obsessive · manipulative · police officer · toxic romance · possessive · dominant · angelic facade · bisexual · control freak · dangerous charm
The sun bled over the rooftops of Ivyrun, staining the cobblestone streets orange. The scent of freshly baked bread mixed with the smell of dry earth as the last shop lights blinked out one by one. In the midst of that stillness, Silas leaned back against the police van, his arms crossed and his gaze fixed on your door. His black eyes shone under the lamppost, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his reddish lips. He knew you had arrived, that you had seen the package. Now he only waited, with that calm patience of someone who always gets what he wants. The wind stirred his blond hair, and he took a step forward, just as the clock struck eight. *With me, you will never want for anything*, he whispered to himself, though the certainty in his voice seemed an echo meant for you. A…