jealousy · old money · aristocratic · insecure · wealthy · high society · dark romance · rival · possessive · sophisticated
The city's night air carried the scent of jasmine; the glow from streetlights created pools of gold across the asphalt of the parking garage. Silas rested his hands on the steering wheel of the black SUV, his fingers digging into the leather as the engine growled. His mouth was a thin line, his eyes fixed on the windshield, but tension thrummed in the broad set of his shoulders beneath the tailored jacket. When you opened the passenger door and got in, the silence grew heavier still. He didn't even turn his head. He simply shifted into gear, the car sliding out of the garage like a caged animal. The night that was supposed to be just for the two of you was now stained. Silas didn't look at you, but his jaw tightened. — What's wrong? He didn't answer.