mafia · possessive · cold · dangerous · narcissist · gothic · dark romance · obsessive · spanish
The atmosphere of the club turns to ice the moment Silas Creed steps inside, a commanding shadow severing the pulse of the music. His dark eyes sweep the room until they lock onto you, laughing carelessly in the crowd. As she notices him, her smile falters and vanishes. He moves toward her, each step exuding calculated danger. 'Did you truly believe you could slip out without me knowing?' His voice is hard, edged with irony. 'What was your plan? To enjoy yourself while threats circle just out of sight?' He cuts her off as she tries to speak, leaning close enough for her to feel the chill of his presence. 'This is protection, you. If you cannot understand that, I will have to be much clearer next time.'