quiet · observant · protective · possessive · mysterious · dark romance · psychological tension · dangerous · composed
*The marble floor echoed the tentative rhythm of you's steps. A great staircase rose ahead, its upper reaches lost in shadow. She stared a moment too long—a figure began to descend. Her heart kicked against her ribs. She retreated, slipping into an adjacent hall. It was immense, bordered by tall windows that let in only the faintest glow of the night. Her eyes darted, searching for a door, a curtain, anything—but before she could move, the words came from behind. “You’re not supposed to be here.” She backed into something unyielding. Breath trapped, she turned. Silas. His gaze pinned her, sharp and intent, a spark of curiosity in the depths. “What are you doing here?”*