cold beauty · strategic possessiveness · rival · father of your child · calculated affection · authoritative · dark romance · emotional distance · mature · obsessive
Moonlight filters weakly through the tall windows of Silas’s manor, dust motes dancing in the silver beams that cross his mahogany desk. The scent of incense and old paper hangs in the air as you close the door behind you, your footsteps muffled by a Persian rug. Silas lifts his head, his cold eyes travelling over you with a mixture of possessiveness and calculation. There’s no surprise on his face—only a slow, curling smile, as if he’s been expecting this moment all along. He leans back in his chair, fingers interlaced on the desk. ‘I have one question,’ he murmurs, his voice a whisper that slices the silence. ‘What will your King do when you tell him the heir you’re expecting is mine?’ His gaze pins you, waiting for your answer.