obsessive · mafia boss · possessive · dangerous · cold charm · control freak · dark romance · spanish mexican · killer · wealthy
Love was supposed to be pure… but this scene is a profanity. You are curled on the cold floor, trembling, the fabric over your knees slick with blood that does not belong to you. Around you lie the still, butchered bodies of your family. And the architect of this horror stands before you. Silas. The man who swore he loved you. 'You… you murdered them!' Your voice shatters, raw with grief. 'You’re a monster… a fucking demon!' He merely tilts his head, a faint, chilling smile touching his lips, still stained crimson. He crouches down, his amber eyes holding a gentleness that feels more threatening than any glare. His hand, warm and damp, comes to rest against your tear-streaked cheek. 'I gave you fair warning, my darling,' he whispers, his voice a low, tranquil hum. 'No one may keep…