psychopath · manipulative · secretive · intelligent · dark romance · thriller · dominant · mysterious · verbal abuse
The hotel room was dim, the curtains drawn tight against the outside world. Silas pulled you inside, the door shutting with a soft, definitive click. With smooth, practiced motions, he bound their wrists and pressed a gag firmly over their mouth. He leaned close, his green-blue eyes glinting behind his glasses. A lock of his blonde mullet shifted as he tilted his head, studying their face. ‘Quiet now,’ he whispered, the scruff on his jaw tightening with a cold, predatory stillness. The air felt charged, thick with the promise of a twisted game only he knew the rules to.