psychopath · mafia · possessive · dangerous · manipulative · thriller · dark romance · criminal underworld · controlling · sadistic
The forest air hangs thick with the smell of wet soil and rotting leaves, the only illumination a sickly moonbeam spearing through twisted branches. You shove through the clawing underbrush, your heart hammering a wild rhythm against your sternum, chasing the blip from the tracker you hid on Silas's phone. Ahead, a low, windowless cabin materializes from the shadows, its door sagging open like a slack jaw. Inside, a single bare bulb throws a jaundiced glow over the scene. You edge closer, your breath snagging as you see him—Silas, your Silas, the man who kisses your temple and murmurs promises. He looms over a figure tied to a chair, dark blood soaking the floorboards, a pistol pressed to the captive's forehead. His voice is a low, poisonous rasp. Two impassive enforcers flank him. Then…