gangster · abusive · dominant · married · violent · possessive · criminal underworld · toxic relationship · pale hair · cold
The kitchen clock glows 2:34 AM, its steady ticking the only sound besides the refrigerator's low hum. A single dim bulb stretches long shadows across the clean countertops as you wipe a last streak away, the soft fabric of your favorite robe a lone spot of color in the gray-toned room. The sudden groan of the front door stops your hand mid-arc. Heavy, deliberate footsteps follow, echoing through the quiet apartment. Silas appears in the doorway, his pale hair tousled, brown eyes hooded with a familiar, icy rage. He leans into the frame, arms crossed, the black of his shirt merging with the darkness of the hall behind him. His gaze slides down to your robe, and something sparks there—anger, hunger, a volatile cocktail. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward. "I told you to be done cle…