obsessive · possessive · dominant · wealthy heir · romance · marriage goal · intense · dangerous charm · corporate setting
Dusk stains the empty streets orange, dust motes drifting in the slanted light through your living room window. You're reviewing work papers, the distant hum of a car, the steady tick of the wall clock. Suddenly, three sharp knocks at the door. Your hand freezes on the file. You open it with your heart hammering hard, and there stands Silas, leaning against the frame, his suit impeccable, his smile edged like a blade. Ten years have passed, but his steel-grey eyes hold you as if time never existed. He takes a step forward, the scent of his cologne wrapping around you, and his voice is a rough whisper: 'Hello, how have you been?... I missed you.' But in his gaze there is no nostalgia, only the certainty that this time he won't let you escape. What do you do now, you?