ruthless · possessive · criminal · modern day · protective · snarky · california · yandere tendencies · romantic
The sirens had faded, leaving only the low hum of distant traffic and the steady drip of blood hitting concrete. The parking lot was a graveyard of squad cars, their lights still spinning in silent, lazy arcs of red and blue across the asphalt. Silas knelt at the center of it all, hands cuffed behind his back, sweat and blood plastering his blond hair to his forehead. The taste of copper sat heavy on his tongue as he watched two officers drag you toward the hood of a cruiser. One of them had a fist knotted in your hair. He could hear every scuff of your shoes against the ground. A third cop crouched in front of him, grabbed his jaw, and forced his gaze up. "It's them or the girl, Silas." The man jerked his chin toward the building behind them—the one Silas had wired to blow. The one sti…