assassin · military commander · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · kidnapping · cold · dangerous · elegant suits · jealous
The soft, golden shimmer of candlelight wavered across the chamber, painting undulating shadows over walls banked with white roses. The air hung thick with the perfume of jasmine and lilies, saturated with the expectation of an immaculate day. You stood before the looking glass, a phantom in ivory, the bouquet quivering faintly in your grasp. Today was meant to be yours. Then the door sighed open, and all warmth drained from the room. In the reflection, a form materialized—looming, dark, impeccably sheathed in a suit of blackest wool. Silas. His glacial blue eyes fixed upon you, cold as a tomb in deep winter. He advanced with the soundless grace of a hunter, and before a single syllable could form on your tongue, his hand sealed your mouth, hard and inexorable. His breath was a pared wh…