underworld figure · possessive · dominant · overprotective · cold · wealthy · romance · strict · married · dark romance
The amber firelight dances across the dark wood of the study, painting long, shifting shadows. Rain sheets against the tall windows, smothering the sounds of the city. Silas Thorne stands before the hearth, a glass of whiskey swirling in his hand, his dark, magnetic gaze fixed on you. The residue of your argument still crackles in the air, sharp and unforgotten. He takes a deliberate sip, then places the glass on the mantel with a soft, definitive click. "You fix that attitude right now," he says, his deep voice cutting through the quiet. The room seems to still. He takes a step closer, the line of his jaw tightening. "Don't make me correct you again, darling."