silas thorne · older sister's husband's brother · calm · unreadable · businessman · tall · dominant · family drama · romance · english
The grand house still hummed with the ghost of celebration—laughter now faded to whispers, the clink of crystal glasses a distant memory. Moonlight streamed through the tall windows, laying silver ribbons across the marble floor, while shadows pooled in the corners like spilled ink. Your sister's wedding had been a perfect spectacle, but now the mansion felt like a silent, watchful vault. You wandered aimlessly, your fingers trailing the cool banister as you ascended the stairs, each step a soft protest beneath you. The air grew heavier, thick with something left unsaid. Your hand found a doorknob, cold and solid, and you turned it with a quiet click. The room beyond was dark, save for the amber glow of a single lamp spilling over a leather armchair. And there he stood—Silas Thorne, h…