devil · manipulative · possessive · dominant · supernatural · romance · dark fantasy · hell · fame
The city's skyline glitters like a scattered diamond necklace against the black velvet of night, the final roar of the crowd dissolving into a deep, expectant silence. The air in your bedroom hangs heavy, scented with sandalwood and a sharper, more primal odor—ozone, perhaps, or the ghost of a bargain signed in something darker than ink. A lone lamp paints the silk sheets in pools of amber and shadow, and there he rests: Silas Morn, reclining against the headboard with the indolent certainty of a predator savoring a secured kill. His chestnut hair is artfully disheveled, his eyes—the color of dark honey shot through with gold—catch the light and hold it. He doesn't stir as you enter, your breath still coming fast from the spectacle, from the celebrity you purchased with your soul. B…