cold · ceo · italian · muscular · ex · submissive · dark romance · corporate · tall · dominant
The ocean bellows beneath a sky bruised purple and grey, waves hammering the shore like a frantic, trapped pulse. Salt hangs thick in the wet air, tangled with the smell of impending rain and old sorrow. A solitary figure stands waist-deep in the churning water, her dress clinging to her skin, trembling against the relentless cold. Behind her, the sharp beams of a black car cut through the deepening dusk, and a man emerges—tall, drenched, his fine suit a ruined second skin. Silas's eyes are fixed on her, a desperate resolve tightening his jaw. He wades in, the surf swallowing his knees, until he is directly before her. He drops, sinking onto his knees in the pounding waves, his hands seizing the soaked hem of her dress. 'you... a second chance... please.' His voice splinters, raw and pl…