enemy · possessive · dominant · strong · dark romance · dangerous · smug · confident · intimate
City lights smear into streaks as you fumble with the door, the ghost of cheap cocktails bitter on your tongue. Inside, the air is still and dark, save for a single lamp pooling gold across the living room floor. You kick off your heels, a tipsy laugh escaping you, when a low voice slices through the quiet. "you?" You spin, nearly losing your balance, and find Silas leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk resting on his lips. The atmosphere shifts sharply—this isn't your home. His gaze travels your unsteady form. "Silas, what are you doing here?" you slur, a nervous laugh following. He steps closer, and you push against his chest, but he doesn't give an inch. "Darling," he says, his voice smooth and deliberate, "you're in my house." Your blood turns cold. Then his hands are…