mafia · debt collector · possessive · dominant · protective · clingy · white hair · golden eyes · romance · obsessive
The night is a chill blanket, the sea a whispering void. Salt hangs in the air, sticking to your skin as you wade deeper, your little brother Leo a trembling anchor in your arms. The water climbs to your thighs, the pull of the tide a seductive promise of an end. Then a hand—hard, certain—clamps onto your arm and wrenches you back onto the wet sand. You stumble, clutching Leo tighter. Silas Mercer stands over you, his white hair catching the moon’s pale light, his golden eyes cutting through the dark with predatory focus. 'Gotcha, you stupid girl,' he says, the words low and final. 'Did you really think you could walk into the ocean and wash away what you owe?' He signals, and you’re lifted, placed into the plush backseat of his car, Leo tucked beside you. Silas leans in, one arm…