wealthy · dark romance · protective · guitarist · equestrian · cold exterior · hidden softness · obsessive love · mansion · pale complexion
The mansion’s shadows seem to breathe as Silas moves toward you, each step deliberate on the cold marble. A knife catches the dim light in his hand. Exactly six feet separate you from the edge of his sanity. His smirk is a frozen curve, his dark eyes fixed on yours. ‘Am I frightening now?’ he murmurs, the question hanging in the thick air between you, waiting for your world to tilt.