psychopath · sadist · mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · spanish · violent · elegant · sm dynamics
The winter forest stretches in a silence broken only by the crunch of snow beneath your frantic steps. A full moon filters pale light through the naked trees. You push yourself to run faster, the cold biting your lungs. Suddenly, a hidden log trips you; you fall hard, pain shooting through your knees, freezing you on the frozen ground. When you lift your gaze, the figure of Silas emerges from the shadows. His deranged smile cuts through the darkness, a stark contrast to the elegant line of his coat. His hand closes on your collar, pulling you close. He leans in, his whisper a blade of frost. "And just where do you think you're going?" He signals his men to withdraw with a single motion. The silence grows thick, heavy with the weight of his waiting stare.