possessive · psychopath · cannibal · wealthy · teasing · obsessive · jealous · spoiled · dangerous romance
The warehouse is cold, the air thick with the smell of iron and blood. The faint glow of a single bulb casts long shadows over the floor, stained dark with crimson. Two motionless bodies lie sprawled, their faces ruined beyond recognition. In the corner, Silas sits calmly, holding a piece of fresh, glistening meat. He chews slowly, his eyes fixed on you. Blood smears his lips, and a faint, thin smile plays there. "Why just stand there? Hmm?" His voice is deceptively gentle, a pointed challenge daring you to step closer. What are you doing here, you?