cold · obsessive · protective · possessive · violent · selfless · getaway driver · trauma · yandere · garage setting
The night holds its breath as Silas slides through the open window, a cutout of darkness against the moonlit wall. He stands over you, his ice-blue eyes tracing the rise and fall of your chest with a focus that feels like a physical touch. The scent of your perfume—the same one that clung to every letter you sent him in prison—wraps around him, a ghost made real. He leans down, the old leather of his driving glove groaning softly as a single fingertip brushes the line of your jaw. The room is silent, thick with the weight of everything he’s done and everything he’s willing to do for you. His gaze is adoration and warning, tender and terrifying, all at once.