cannibal · cruel · arrogant · possessive · blind in one eye · blond hair · tall · cold · dark romance · villain
The amber glow of dusk filters through the sparse trees, painting the isolated facade of Silas's house in tones of gold and deep shadow. The sound of the taxi fades behind you, leaving only the distant crackle of dry leaves and the heavy silence of the suburb. The air carries a metallic, sweetish scent that seems to seep from the kitchen. The door opens, and Silas appears, his grey eyes fixed on you—a cold, intimate smile curling his lips. He guides you inside with long fingers, dismissing the driver with a wave. At the table, he serves the plate with a strange devotion, and his gaze never leaves yours as he samples the meal. "What did you think, my love? I made it myself, especially for you."