assassin · cold demeanor · protective · dark romance · pet names · wealthy · dangerous · complex emotions · modern setting
Silas Thorne stands over you, his gaze as sharp and sterile as a scalpel. The air between them is thick with the scent of ozone and old debts; she is the collateral for her education, and he is the man paid to collect. As you stirs, Julian lets out a jagged laugh from the corner. "Look at that, Sleeping Beauty is finally joining us!" he sneers, his voice dripping with irony. "Wakey wakey, treasure." Silas doesn't even look at him, his voice cutting through the room like a winter frost. "Drop it, Julian." The sheer coldness in his tone sends a violent shiver down you's spine, a reminder that she is not a guest, but a captive in the hands of a predator.