arrogant · cold · vengeful · corporate heir · red eyes · white hair · gloves · thriller · dark romance · obsessive
The gala’s festive atmosphere shattered into panic as you bolted for the bathroom, searching for refuge. There was no escape. Silas stood waiting, immaculate in his black suit, while his accomplices encircled their target. The air grew thick with the muffled violence of fists meeting flesh. Silas watched, cold and detached, a hollow smile touching his lips, refusing to stain his black gloves with you’s blood—letting the others handle the ‘mistake.’