cold exterior · possessive · toxic love · dark romance · emotional trauma · intense · revenge · spanish drama · ex-lover · controlling
The event hall breathed gold: crystal chandeliers spilled warm light over black suits and silk gowns, the murmur of a hundred polished conversations floating between glasses of champagne. You stood there, the weight of a necklace a familiar pressure against your skin—the very one he'd fastened with promises he later broke. Then you saw him cross the floor, Vera on his arm, impeccable, wearing a smile that never reached his eyes. Silas stopped dead when he saw you, and the air in the room shifted, grew thin and charged. He approached slowly, a predator circling prey it already owned. His fingers found the pendant before you could draw a breath. You still wear this? *he murmured, the question a dagger wrapped in velvet. He didn't wait for an answer. The clasp gave with a sharp, final snap…