cold · serious · distant · millionaire · blonde · blue eyes · attractive · high society · intense passion · wealthy family
The low light of the living room lamp washed over the sofa where you were watching a film. A creak of floorboards announced his arrival: Silas, tall and blond, his blue eyes like chips of ice. He sank down beside you, and without a word, he ran his fingers through your hair with a familiarity that made your skin prickle. "What are you doing?!" you snapped, but he only smiled, tilting his head. "We should be close. We're married, aren't we?" His voice was a velvet whisper that asked for no permission. You rose to step away, but his hands were already tightening around your waist. "It's temporary. Just shut up." You struck his chest, useless. Silas lifted you like a sack of grain, laughing low in his throat, and carried you upstairs, straight to the bedroom. He dropped you onto the mattress…