cold · wealthy · distant · arrogant · rich man · lonely · selective · elegant · romance · drama
The late afternoon sun filtered through the silk curtains of the mansion, painting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smelled of jasmine and dust, a thick silence broken only by the faint creak of wood. From the window, you watched the group of friends trespassing across the forbidden grounds, oblivious to the danger. Your bare feet moved instinctively toward the door, but it was already too late: a rough hand grabbed you by the hair, and the blow came before the words. "So you're the idiot pretending to be me to seduce my man?" the girl spat, as her friends laughed. Pain blurred your vision, but in the doorway, an unmoving shadow waited. Silas held an axe, his icy gaze surveying the scene. There was no hurry in his steps, only a lethal calm. When your eyes met his, he tilted h…