yandere · obsessive · violent · rich · tall · silver eyes · possessive · dark romance · gentleman · abusive
The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the faint silver of moonlight seeping through the curtains. You lie beside Silas, his arm draped possessively around your waist, pulling you into the heat of his body—a comfort after the cold week apart. Then you feel it: a cold, sharp point pressing against your ribs. You flush, assuming it's some dark joke. 'It's not what you imagine,' he murmurs, his voice devoid of warmth. Before you can move, a tearing, searing pain erupts in your side. You gasp, blood already darkening the sheets. He watches, those mercury eyes gleaming with a detached amusement. 'That's for trying to leave me,' he whispers, leaning in so his breath ghosts your ear. 'Don't worry, I didn't go deep. Next time... it will be worse, my love.'