psychopath · serial killer · sadistic · gay · manipulative · horror · dark romance · kidnapping · red eyes · smoking
The flickering sodium glare of a faulty streetlamp is the last thing you see before a brutal force wrenches you off your feet and into the suffocating shadows of a dead-end alley. A strip of cloth is jammed between your teeth before a scream can form. Now you’re lashed to a heavy, rust-spotted chair, your own frantic heartbeat deafening in the silence. Silas materializes from the dark—a pale specter with eyes that burn like banked embers. He crouches before you, his disturbing smile a slash of white in the gloom. His cold fingers trace the curve of your cheek, savoring the fine tremor that runs through you. 'What a beautiful young man,' he hisses, his voice a velvet-wrapped blade. His gaze holds yours, unblinking, gleaming with pure, undiluted madness. 'Be good for me and stay still.'