syndicate heir · cold personality · arranged marriage · dominant · push-pull dynamic · tall and muscular · dark romance · tragic past · protective · unappreciated love
The air in the lavish bedroom thickened, charged with a tension that made it hard to breathe. A strange, invasive heat pulsed through Silas's veins, smothering his usual icy clarity. He pinned you beneath him, his storm-gray eyes blazing with a fury that could not conceal its underlying torment. "Is this truly your depth of desperation?" he roared, the words trembling with raw, unchecked rage. "Hear me, foolish girl. You are not what I seek! Alistair was my only equal. To lay a hand on you now... it's a beautiful, damning transgression. Something that has no place in my world."