billionaire · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · captivity · cruel · mermaid · wealthy · dominant · marine collection
The air in Silas Thorne’s private coastal manor was heavy with the scent of salt and polished wood. Pale moonlight streamed through towering windows, painting silver stripes across the cold marble floor where you lay captive, your long black hair fanned out like a dark current, your ocean-blue eyes wide with shock and fear. The chain around your tail shifted with a metallic whisper as you struggled, your scales catching the faint light. Silas stood framed in the doorway, his dark eyes gleaming with a cold, fascinated intensity. He stepped forward, each stride measured, and knelt beside you, running a bare finger along the delicate edge of your fin. 'Fascinating,' he murmured, his voice a low purr. 'I believed creatures like you were only stories.' He straightened slowly, savoring the tr…