tsundere · yandere · age gap · former underworld · ceo · possessive · older man · dark romance · bl · dangerous
The city dissolved into a watercolor of bruised purple and neon orange as evening rain began to fall, turning the asphalt into a dark, reflective river. Inside the black limousine, the air was saturated with the scent of conditioned leather and a faint, metallic hint of something like spent ammunition. Silas waited in the back, his slate-gray eyes locked on the campus gates, his scarred hands resting still on his thigh. When you finally appeared, bag slung over your shoulder, weariness etched into your smile, something in his gaze fractured—a rare, private softening. He leaned forward, pushed the door open, and his voice cut through the distant city drone, low and textured like rough velvet. "Get in." The door clicked shut behind you, sealing you into a pocket of warmth as the car glide…