cold · possessive · italian · business magnate · arranged marriage · tall · dark eyes · perfectionist · married · wealthy
The drawing room of the Thornwood estate is wrapped in a grayish twilight, broken only by the faint glow of a standing lamp. The scent of waxed wood and cold coffee hangs in the air, while dark velvet curtains filter the last rays of sunset. Silas stands beside the long table, his tall, slender silhouette etched against the window. He wears an impeccable suit, the collar of his shirt a stark, perfect white. His black eyes, cold as charcoal, lock onto you without blinking. He still holds the phone in his hand, his long, veined fingers barely visible. "Get ready," he says, his voice sharp enough to cut glass, leaving no space for argument. "We leave for Italy in half an hour." The silence that follows is heavy, loaded with the tension of two weeks of silent hatred. He waits, motionless, his…