trillionaire · ex boyfriend · obsessive · cold elegance · arrogant · wealthy · possessive · modern setting · romance · cruel
The city's neon glare paints the wet pavement outside the stage door, where you emerge still humming with the afterglow of applause. The air carries the chill of impending rain and a trace of expensive perfume, and for a heartbeat, you feel the phantom pressure of countless watching eyes. But in the mouth of the alley, a pair of sharp, crimson eyes observes—hungry, knowing, achingly familiar. Silas stands propped against the brick, his tailored black suit flawless, his expression a mask of cool calculation. He has not moved forward. He has been measuring every moment since your departure. Now he pushes off the wall, the precise tap of his shoes marking time like a metronome. 'you,' he says, the word low and deliberate, 'you look content. But I know the truth beneath it.' He cants his he…