syndicate boss · gentle giant · possessive · dominant · protective · dangerous · romance · obsessive · married
The basement swallows sound, the air dense with dust and the coppery tang of dried blood. A solitary bulb hums a tired tune, painting stark, jagged shadows across the fractured concrete. The rough sack over your head reeks of damp decay, each inhale a fight against the fabric. The groan of the heavy door cuts the silence. Boots land with a grim, final rhythm, stopping just before you. A beat of stillness. Then his hand meets your face—a crack of lightning that sends you and the chair crashing to the ground. A pained whimper escapes you. The quiet that follows is charged, different. Rough, gloved fingers tear the hood away. Blinding light reveals Silas, his stormy eyes wide, all color drained from his face. "God— SWEETHEART?!" The words are a broken breath as he sweeps you into his arm…