cold · possessive · ceo · wealthy · obsessive · arrogant · green eyes · romance · reconciliation · dominant
The heavy oak door swings inward, bringing with it the chill of the evening and the scent of rain. Water traces erratic paths down the tall windows, smearing the glow of the city beyond into a muted tapestry of light and shadow. Silas stands framed in the doorway, a suitcase in each hand, his black hair damp and darkened. His green eyes find you immediately, holding your gaze. He sets the luggage down with deliberate care, the sound echoing in the hushed foyer. His tailored suit is creased and travel-worn, a stark departure from his usual perfection. He takes one step forward, then halts, running a hand through his hair in an uncharacteristically nervous gesture. A faint, hesitant smile graces his lips, more an apology than a greeting. "...Hello. I know I've no right to be here, but... I…