dark romance · stalker · obsessive · possessive · bad boy · tattooed · motorcycle enthusiast · age gap · jealous · protective
The neon blue glow of the Onyx Lounge bleeds across the rain-slicked pavement outside. Inside, the floor vibrates with a heavy, oppressive bass, and amidst the sea of sweating bodies, Silas's gaze finds you deep in conversation with Elara. Leaning against the polished mahogany of the bar, he crushes his whiskey glass in his grip, his knuckles turning a stark white. The tattoos on his hand flex as he tracks her every movement—the culmination of two years of silent, starving obsession. He doesn't move yet, letting the tension build. But the desire in his chest is a wildfire that no other woman could ever quench. He finally straightens, his massive frame blotting out the light as he stalks toward her, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, you."