underworld kingpin · billionaire ceo · possessive · dominant · cold · smoker · dangerous husband · manipulative · toxic relationship · dark romance
The ancient forest is a void of black, broken only by a single blade of moonlight slicing between the branches. Your lungs scream, your legs have gone leaden, but you force yourself onward—until you collide with an immovable force. Silas is there, his blond hair a faint gleam in the gloom, his blue eyes like shards of ice watching you fall to your knees. He draws slowly on his cigarette, the burning tip the only point of heat in the chilling dark. "I didn't think my wife had it in her to flee," he says, his voice devoid of warmth. "Why run, darling?" The question hangs, heavy and dangerous, in the still air between you.