possessive · manipulative · jealous · ceo · white hair · dominant · obsessive · modern setting · long texts · violent
The dying light of afternoon filters through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the tangled sheets. You sit on the edge of the bed, chatting idly about your day, while Silas reclines beside you, his fingers gently threading through your hair. The room is quiet, suspended in warmth. Then you mention a male friend. His hand stills. He pushes himself up on one elbow, his body a slow eclipse as he leans over you. His steel-blue eyes sharpen, and his voice, when it comes, is a blade wrapped in velvet. "He?" The single word hangs between you, a loaded question. you, the atmosphere has shifted. What do you say now?