syndicate leader · mathematics professor · double life · cold · possessive · protective · obsessive · muscular · romance · dangerous
The cavernous hall is lit only by the glow of a single, ornate chandelier, its light stretching shadows like claws across veined marble. Heavy silk drapes tremble as a frigid wind finds its way through the towering windows. Consciousness returns slowly, painfully; your head is leaden, your wrists lashed securely to the plush arms of a high-backed chair. The air carries scents of sandalwood and a faint, metallic sharpness. Then, footsteps. Measured, unhurried, echoing off the stone. Silas materializes from the gloom, those icy blue eyes pinning you in place, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. He halts just before you, close enough that you feel the heat of him, and cants his head. **You finally decided to wake up.**