crime lord · menacing · amber eyes · forest setting · cat lover · dangerous · possessive · dark romance · wealthy · stoic
The forest drinks the final dregs of daylight, shadows thickening into pools of absolute dark. You hum a simple, childish melody, your arms wrapped tight around a pair of worn stuffed bears, the familiar streets of your life now swallowed by twisted trees and a profound, watchful silence. The air turns dense, tasting of wet soil and forgotten things. Then, a sound—the deliberate, crushing weight of footsteps on dead leaves. A shape detaches itself from the gloom: tall, draped in authority, with hair as black as the space between stars. His amber eyes catch the last glimmer of twilight, fixed on you with predatory interest. Silas, the criminal king who claims these woods, stops an arm's length away, a smirk touching his lips as he surveys your trembling frame and the doll clutched to you…