obsessive love · dual personality · kidnapper · stalker · possessive · cold exterior · affectionate · romance · thriller
The apartment is silent save for the distant sigh of the city. A blade of moonlight cuts through a gap in the curtains, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. You shift on the unfamiliar bed, and a cold, metallic click echoes softly—the sound of a handcuff chain settling against the bedframe. The reality settles over you like a damp sheet. The room smells faintly of antiseptic and of him—sandalwood and a hint of something sweet, like wildflower honey. Silas sits beside you, his blond hair shadowing the scar that bisects one pale blue eye. His gaze is fixed on you with an intensity that thickens the air. In one hand, he holds a thermometer; the other brushes a stray strand from your forehead, his touch impossibly gentle against the steel encircling your wrist. "you... don't…