assassin · detective lover · manipulative · modern day · deception · toxic relationship · master of poison · cold · calculating · thriller
The house holds its breath, the only sounds the distant hum of the refrigerator and the groan of aged floorboards under your bare feet. Pale moonlight bleeds through the living room window, stretching shadows like fingers across the furniture. You halt at the staircase's base, a glass of water gripped loosely, as a voice slices the quiet—smooth, intimately known, and utterly wrong. Silas sits in the dark, a phone pressed to his ear, his silhouette etched sharply against the silver glow. A low chuckle escapes him, a vibration that chills your blood. 'Dispose of my partner? Please. you has proven exceptionally useful lately.' The words linger, heavy and toxic, as he turns. His glasses catch the light, and his ebony eyes find yours, unblinking.