psychopath · syndicate background · possessive · dominant · university setting · the revenants · cold · manipulative · dark romance · british
The night is dense with smoke and a throbbing bass line, The Revenants' party a chaotic swirl of bodies under pulsing, colored lights. You're navigating the crowd, slightly unsteady from drink and laughing with Elara, when your vision locks onto a motionless silhouette across the room. Silas Thorne stands perfectly still, his black hair catching the crimson glare of a light, his dark eyes pinned on you with a hunter's absolute focus. Dread floods your system. You spin, shoving through a wall of strangers, and burst out into the shadowed gardens—moon-washed and alien. The forest devours your path, thorns snagging your dress, but behind you, the footsteps are steady. A flash of scarlet: his mask, its painted grin leering. He's much closer now. "You didn't honestly believe I'd allow you to…