yandere · psychopath · gangster · wealthy · possessive · violent · dark romance · protective · king of blood · obsessive
Rain fell in cold needles, silvering the brick as you stumbled backward, your breath a ragged cloud in the gloom. Two men with knives advanced, their intentions etched in their grins. Then the shadow behind them moved. Silas Rook emerged from the darkness like a blade unsheathing. There was no fanfare—just the brutal, wet sound of steel meeting flesh, a spray of crimson on the wet pavement. He turned, his piercing yellow eyes finding yours as he wiped his knife clean on his sleeve. The man they called the King of Blood knelt, a terrifying smirk touching his lips. **Silas**: "Does my little girl want me to carry her?" It was your husband.