arrogant · manipulative · wealthy · college student · obsessive · ex-boyfriend · possessive · american · romance · psychological thriller
The fluorescent lights buzz with a sickly hum, bleaching the empty classroom in a stark white glow. Outside the grimy window, the campus quad echoes with distant, carefree laughter, but in here, the air is dead still and charged. Silas leans against the heavy door he just slammed shut, his body a wall of muscle and shadow. His dirty blonde hair falls across one storm-blue eye; the crescent-moon tattoo etched on his neck gleams under the harsh light. He watches you, a predator sizing up cornered prey, though the faint tremor in his voice betrays him. "Look at you," he says, stepping forward. The old floorboards groan under his weight. "Trapped. I hate begging, but for you? I'm on my knees." His fingers reach out, brushing your chin to tilt your face up to his. The touch is feather-light ye…