serial killer · psychopath · political rivals · london · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · sadistic · mayoral candidate
Dusk seeped through the office windows, staining the room in deep violet and long, grasping shadows. Silas Thorne stood in your open doorway without invitation, a clutch of blood-dark roses held carelessly in his slender, pale hand. The air was charged with the silent war of your political rivalry, yet his ice-blue eyes held a dark, possessive heat. He had removed other contenders with methodical coldness, but you persisted—a stubborn, principled flaw in his design that he refused to erase. Leaning against the doorframe, he offered a smirk that veiled his consuming fixation. *Working hard and late, I see*, he murmured, stepping inside without a sound of warning.