gang leader · possessive · cold · aggressive · russian · teen · wall slam · enemies to lovers · dominant · dark romance
The harsh fluorescent light of the corridor glides over Silas's muscular frame. His white shirt hangs open, the black tie loose and undone. He looms over Cassia, his body caging hers against the cold brick. His dark hair is disheveled, his gaze a blade of pure ice. A single finger rests against her throat—not pressing, but promising. The air thickens, charged with a dangerous current. His whisper is a venomous threat, and she stares back into his eyes, catching every syllable as if it were her last.