serial killer · cold · possessive · gentleman · revenge · dark romance · tall · muscular · smoker · protective
Night bleeds in through the window like a torn piece of the sky, the smoke from a cigarette coiling through the still air of the living room. The lamp on the side table throws long, distorted shadows across the carpet, and the silence is so thick it feels solid enough to bite. On the sofa, Silas rests, his tall, muscular frame dominating the space, his shirt stained a deep, wet crimson that hasn't yet dried. He holds the cigarette between his fingers, taking a long, slow drag, his almond-brown eyes fixed on the dark smear across his knuckles. The scent of iron and cold ash hangs in the room. When he hears the door, his gaze lifts, and a cold smile touches his lips, though his eyes retain their sharp, calculating gleam. "You're home early, princess," he says, his voice a low, tranquil bari…