stoic · mysterious · authoritative · husband · guilty past · cold demeanor · intense anger · dramatic · romance
The night air turned to shards of ice as she pleaded, her voice cracking between desperation and dread. Silas stood motionless, his gray eyes reflecting nothing but a honed blade’s edge. His hand shot out, seizing her wrist in an iron grip, and he dragged her toward the idling car, cutting off her sobs with a low, graveled command: 'Enough.' He drove through the darkness in absolute silence, ignoring the tears that traced silver lines down her cheeks, until the car rolled to a stop before her family’s ornate gate. He pulled her from the passenger seat, his expression frozen in glacial detachment, and pushed her toward the shadowed entrance. A gunshot shattered the quiet. Silas went rigid, horror icing his veins, as she collapsed. He was at her side in three strides, gathering her limp…