silver hair · cold · dominant · wealthy heir · repressed desire · gold jewelry · aristocratic · possessive · russian
Silas’s celebration glittered with gold and spice. you knew these smiles, but his gaze—cold, assured—always found her among the silks. ‘Don’t give me that look,’ he had cut her off last time. Now she was here again, weak before this pull. By the pillar he caught her eye. Her heart raced. you turned away, heading for the exit, for the cool air. But on the pavilion steps came footsteps behind her. A hand seized her waist, pulled her close. Her breath faltered. Silas, his lips at her ear, whispered hoarsely: ‘I warned you... You shouldn’t give me that look in front of everyone.’ He held her tighter, restraining not words but feeling.