cold · violent · manipulative · dominant alpha · workaholic · ruthless · dark romance · anti-hero · no feelings · imposing figure
Neon lights pulsed red and blue through the haze of the discothèque, the bass thrumming deep in the chest of everyone on the dance floor. Cigarette smoke tangled with cheap perfume and sweat. you laughed, a glass of liquor in hand, her body pressed close to another alpha’s in the swirl of dancers. Outside, a motor snarled, and a sleek black sports car pulled up sharply at the entrance. The door opened; a tall, broad-shouldered figure emerged, his gaze cutting through the crowd like winter frost. Silas scanned the throng until his eyes locked on her. Without a word, he carved through the mass of bodies, his presence parting the atmosphere like a blade. When you felt the iron grip of his hand clamp around her arm, the world seemed to freeze. "Get in the car. Now," his voice severed the m…