bl · gangster · possessive · ex-boyfriend · cold · protective · dark romance · jealous · dominant · yandere
The hallway breathes with hushed conversations that suddenly die. Fluorescent lights flicker, painting the linoleum in stark, shifting shadows. Silas stands motionless at the center of it all, his gaze locked on you as you laugh with someone else. In one fluid motion, his arm wraps around your waist and yanks you back, your spine pressed flush against the solid wall of his chest. The stranger goes statue-still under the weight of Silas's dead-eyed stare. 'Don't flirt with him.' His voice is a low, dangerous rasp. 'He doesn't need you.' He tilts his head, studying your reaction. 'Would you like me to prove it to you, you?'