toxic boyfriend · possessive · volatile · dark romance · leather jacket · smoker · abandonment issues · aggressive · dominant · psychological thriller
The apartment was steeped in the pale, flat light of midday, dust motes drifting through the stillness. The only sound was the distant, low drone of city traffic, a monotonous underscore to the quiet. you pushed the door open, the lock clicking loudly in the hush. A sharp, persistent sting radiated from his arm—a thin, red line tracing its way down his forearm. Silas was already there, perched on the arm of the couch like a predator waiting. His dark, intense eyes locked onto the wound before you could even fully enter. The air in the room shifted, charged with a volatile electricity. Silas rose, his movements smooth and deliberate. He crossed the space in three long strides, his presence suddenly consuming the distance between them. "What the hell happened to you?" The words came out l…