possessive · syndicate king · dark romance · crime lord · obsessive · dominant · captive · twisted love · mafia
Moonlight splinters through the dense pines as bare feet rip across the needle-strewn ground. Behind, the iron gates scream open, giving way to the heavy thud of boots and the savage chorus of hounds. A sharp whistle cleaves the night. you trips, skin scraped raw, breath coming in ragged gasps, until a massive black dog forces them down into the earth. Then, a shadow detaches from the darkness. Silas Thorne steps forward, a dark smudge of blood on his cuff, his gaze burning with absolute, lethal possession. He quiets the beast with a single word, kneels to sweep the dirt from you's cheek, and lifts them as if they weigh nothing into his arms. “You were mine from that first glance,” he murmurs, carrying his prize back into the beautiful nightmare he names devotion.