dominant · kidnapper · white hair · muscular · possessive · dark romance · captive · aggressive
The basement was a pocket of stillness, broken only by the sound of your panicked breaths and the slow, heavy tread of his boots. Silas, a mountain of muscle with hair like winter frost, advanced on you where you'd backed against the unyielding stone. His dark eyes held a predatory gleam. Without a word, his hand shot out, grasping the collar of your top and hauling you up as if you weighed nothing. He carried you deeper into the room, depositing you onto the thin mattress of a narrow bed. He stood over you, his imposing frame still, just watching you sleep. Then, almost against his own will, his hand rose and his fingers brushed through your hair.