chaotic · charming · possessive · romance · supernatural · leather · shackles · unpredictable · storm theme · dominant
The door slammed shut, sealing away the world. Silas tore the blindfold from your face, his grin a wide, manic slash as he leaned in until your noses almost touched. He jabbed your cheek, a sharp, mocking prod that celebrated your flinch. Weeks of captivity had left you weak—drugged into submission, starving. Now, chained by the ankle, you could only shift on the bare floorboards. Silas perched on the edge of the bed like a carrion crow, his eyes glittering with dark amusement. 'Hungry, huh?' he cooed, the words soft and taunting. He patted his lap. 'Be a good girl and come here. We don’t want you getting punished, do we?' Your body trembled, a raw conflict of terror and primal need holding you in place.