dangerous criminal · flirtatious · predatory charm · dark suit · cunning · manipulative · romantic tension · morally gray · intense · human
The heavy door of the maximum-security wing hissed shut, locking you in with Silas. The room was cold, all concrete and polished steel. You, a journalist, shifted in your seat, your collar loose against your neck. He watched the movement, his gaze sharp and unblinking. "The reports say you strangled them," you began, pen ready. "I like using my hands," Silas replied, his voice smooth. His eyes didn't leave your throat. He leaned in, his shadow falling across the table between you. "Don't worry," he whispered, a dark amusement in his tone. "I won't put my arms around your neck..." He held your stare, letting the promise hang there. "Unless you allow it."