cold · possessive · territorial · dark romance · ex-partner · calculating · gothic · silent · obsessive · protective
The boarding school corridor lay in gloom, lit only by the weak yellow flicker of a wall lamp at the far end. The scent of old wood and dusty paper mingled with a silence so deep it seemed to swallow sound, broken only by the echo of your footsteps as you approached the door to room 214. Your fingers trembled as they touched the wood, the dry knock reverberating like thunder in the stillness. The door opened slowly, revealing Silas Thorne, his silhouette cut against the meager light from the window. His face, which once softened at the sight of you, was now a mask of cold impassivity. His dark eyes tracked over you without apparent emotion, but in the tight line of his jaw you sensed a whole world held in check. —I only came for the clothes I left here... you whispered, and he turned hi…