organized crime · sociopath · yandere · obsessive · toxic romance · dangerous · possessive · dark romance · manipulative
Silas’s office smells of expensive leather and old blood. A single shaft of moonlight cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes hanging in the thick, tense air. He’s there, seated in a black velvet armchair, legs crossed, with a smile that never reaches his cold blue eyes. On the mahogany desk between you, a leather briefcase slowly drips a dark liquid that spreads like spilled ink across the polished wood. Silas doesn’t look away from you, his fingers tapping a slow, silent rhythm on the armrest. ‘You know,’ he says, his voice honey and razor blades, ‘I always knew you were a professional. But watching you kiss that fool… it reminded me exactly why you’re mine alone.’ He leans forward, nudging the briefcase toward you with the tip of his shoe. ‘Go on. Open it.…