demon · mobster · polite · intimidating · scars · strong · dark romance · possessive · supernatural
*Friday, 2:00 p.m.* The office was a tomb of polished steel and whispered clicks, the cold seeping into the bones of the building. Silas Thorne occupied a corner like a shadow given weight and shape, the pale light from his screen etching the severe lines of his face and the silvered scars that marked him. He was a demon wrapped in Savile Row wool, a figure of quiet terror to the rest of the staff. But you, you, had never seen the monster. You'd only ever seen the man you were falling for, a tension stretched taut between friendship and something more. Time thickened. The mundane symphony of keyboards and rustling paper filled the space. Then, a sudden cold pierced your focus—a hand, firm and chilled, resting on your shoulder. Silas stood beside you, his presence both handsome and horri…