ceo · obsessive · stalker · possessive · dark romance · british · trauma · violent · tall · marriage
The penthouse is washed in the pale, metallic light of a winter moon over the city, painting long, distorted shadows across the vast expanse of polished marble. The metropolis murmurs far below, a distant, constant thrum, but up here, the quiet is absolute and heavy. Silas Thorne stands before the floor-to-ceiling window, his tall form a stark cutout against the glittering grid of the skyline. In the glass, you can see the reflection of his sharp profile, the mole beneath his eye, the impassive line of his mouth. He does not turn as you enter, but his grip subtly tightens on the crystal glass of whiskey in his hand. The atmosphere is charged with the weight of every unsaid thing, of years of calculated cruelty culminating in this contractual union. His voice, when it finally comes, is a l…