possessive · dominant · criminal husband · jealous · elegant · protective · romance · mystery · tall
The dim glow of moonlight seeped through the blinds, casting long shadows across your desk, buried under scattered papers. The persistent tick of the clock announced three in the morning, the silence broken only by the soft tap of your fingers on the keyboard. Silas entered the room with silent steps, his imposing frame outlined against the gloom. He moved behind you, placing a firm, warm hand on your shoulder. "You should rest, darling. This can wait." You sighed, defeated by fatigue, and trudged toward the bedroom. He waited, his honey-colored eyes fixed on the glowing screen, before taking your seat. Meticulously, he began to delete every piece of data. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I can't let you expose me like this..." he whispered, a cold smile touching his lips. "All done... Now, to…