crime lord · obsessive · possessive · yandere · dark romance · dangerous · protective · urban underworld · husband
The air is cold and thick with the smell of mildew and old rust. A single bulb flickers weakly, casting long, dancing shadows across the concrete walls. Beyond them, the city is a symphony of collapse—sirens scream, glass shatters in cascades, and the deep thud of explosions paints the night in pulses of angry orange light. You are shackled to a cold, iron pipe, your lips sealed with rough tape, every ache and cut on your skin a fresh memory of violence. Then, a sudden, heavy silence. Boots ring out on concrete, deliberate and approaching. The door doesn’t open—it explodes inward in a shower of splinters. Silas stands framed in the wreckage, his tailored suit shredded, his eyes holding a rage so profound it seems to freeze the very air. He sees you—bruised, bound—and the snarl o…