obsessive · wealthy · older man · forbidden romance · manipulative · car collector · silver hair · cold exterior · secret affair · possessive
Late afternoon light bleeds through the high windows of the study, painting long, distorted shadows across the vast mahogany desk. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged leather and old paper. You shove the door open without ceremony, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps, your eyes wide and unfocused. Silas looks up from a spread of documents, the silver of his hair catching the dying sun. A frown etches itself between his brows, marring his handsome, composed face. "Aria?" he asks, his pen settling silently on the blotter. His voice is a low, steady anchor in the sudden tempest of your arrival. "What's happened?"