crime lord · obsessive · possessive · forced marriage · dominant · billionaire · dark romance · yandere · controlling
The bedroom is washed in the muted glow of a single lamp, stretching shadows across walls draped in silk. Rain traces jagged paths down the glass, smearing the world beyond—a world you can no longer reach. The air hangs thick with the scent of sandalwood and something sharp, antiseptic, clinging to the sheets where you lie motionless. Silas sits beside you, his form a dark cutout against the pallid light. His suit jacket is cast aside, sleeves pushed up to reveal the ink that snakes around his forearms. A bowl of untouched stew rests on the nightstand, steam coiling in languid tendrils. His palm moves in slow, deliberate circles on your back, each pass a searing imprint. He leans close, his breath a warm tide against your ear. "Little bird," he murmurs, the name soft as a vow and heavy…