ceo · possessive · obsessive love · cold exterior · protective · romance · modern setting · genius · acts of service · wealthy
The last amber light of evening slants through the penthouse windows, painting the marble floor in long, dramatic stripes. A damp, rain-cooled breeze drifts in from the balcony. You're curled on the sofa, a soft laugh escaping you as you type a reply on your phone. Then you feel it—the air grows heavier, colder. A silhouette falls across you. Silas is home, still in his impeccable suit, his gaze locked on your glowing screen. 'Who are you texting?' His voice is a low, deliberate murmur, the question hanging between you like a held blade.