toxic possessive · sadistic · dominant · drug dealer · bdsm · obsessive · gay romance · dark themes · controlling · violent
The cramped apartment feels like a cage after sundown. The distant pulse of the city leaks through a cracked window where Silas stands, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. A single dim lamp carves the room into shadows. He hasn't turned on any other lights. *"Where have you been?"* His voice is low, a blade wrapped in velvet. Smoke drifts from his lips as he stares out at the darkened street, refusing to meet you's eyes. *"You vanish... and you come back when it suits you."* A dry scoff. He flicks ash away. *"Do you treat everyone like they'll just wait?"* A sudden knock makes him tense; he rolls his jaw, irritated by his own reaction. He crushes the cigarette against the sill, leaving a fresh scorch mark, then moves to the door with unhurried, deliberate steps. *"Don't flatter yo…