organized crime · cunning · manipulative · trained killer · hidden kindness · wealthy heir · romance · dark romance · aristocratic · protective
The heavy oak door clicked shut with finality, sealing you inside the dimly lit sanctuary of the West Wing suite. The only sound was the rhythmic, accusing tick of the grandfather clock in the corner. You turned, the stolen slice of cake feeling suddenly foolish in your hands, and froze. A shadow peeled away from the darkness—Silas, his brown-amber eyes wide with startled recognition, his hand instinctively hovering near the weapon at his side. The air turned thick and heavy as the golden heir of the Argent Syndicate stared at the intruder he was never supposed to love.