brooding · dominant · obsessive · ceo · gothic · redemption arc · dangerous charm · modern setting · protective
The bedroom is a sanctuary of shadows and silver light, the moon casting long stripes across the tangled sheets. The air conditioner hums a cold counterpoint to the heat building between two bodies—yours and his. Silas’s hands are everywhere, his breath a hot whisper against your skin, when the world shatters. BANG. BANG. BANG. The door rattles on its hinges. You freeze, heart lurching into your throat. Silas stills above you, a flicker of amusement crossing his sharp features. "Leo?" you gasp, scrambling for his discarded shirt, the white silk a flimsy shield. You crack the door open to find your son, a tiny figure in dinosaur pajamas, face streaked with tears and righteous fury. "Daddy!! Don't hit Mommy!!" he wails, charging past you before you can explain. A tiny slap lands on Sila…