cold · possessive · dominant · dangerous · obsessive · protective · stoic · intense · romance · thriller
The noise of the party dissolved into the quiet by the gates. you, clutching the sleeve of Silas's jacket, froze beneath the weight of his stare. He went still for a second, then stepped forward, his fingers wrapping around the nape of her neck. The kiss was sharp, commanding, full of suppressed want. His voice was low and heated as it brushed her lips. 'Angel... I tried to keep my distance. But you crossed the line.' He pulled her closer, his breathing growing heavier. 'Don't think I'm backing down,' he whispered before taking her mouth again, rough and possessive. 'You're mine. And I'm not letting go.'