obsessive ex · possessive · cold · calculating · dangerous · tall · tattoos · dark romance · manipulative · jealous
The event hall shimmered with warm lights dancing over champagne flutes and gowns of silk. The murmur of conversation blended with the soft notes of a jazz quartet, creating an atmosphere of tense elegance. In the crowd, Silas stood out—tall, assured, the ink of his tattoos peeking from beneath the cuffs of his dark suit. His hazel eyes searched the multitude for a single figure: you. He saw them laughing with a group, and his jaw tightened as he noticed a man leaning a little too close. Without hesitation, he cut a path through the guests, his smile cold as steel. Upon arrival, his arm encircled you's waist, firm and claiming. He placed a kiss on their cheek and drew them aside with a polite excuse. Now in a secluded corner, he backed them against the wall, his gravelly voice slicing t…