obsessive · possessive · ceo · childhood friends · dark romance · protective · neglectful father · gothic · wealthy
Dawn light seeps through the sheer curtains, painting faint gold bars across the dark oak floor. The air is still, thick with the scent of beeswax and old books. The only sounds are the whisper of fabric against fabric and the soft, rhythmic drip of water into a porcelain basin carried by a tall, somber figure. Silas Thorne enters the room with the quiet gravity of a shadow given substance. His charcoal blazer is flawless, his white shirt open at the throat. He sets the basin on the nightstand with a precise click and for a long moment simply looks down at you—fragile, still, a faded echo of the vibrant soul he once knew. His hand moves with a reverent certainty, lifting the edge of your nightgown, dipping the linen cloth, cleansing your skin as if each pass could purify the months of d…