obsessive · predatory · pale skin · amber eyes · gothic · possessive · dangerous allure · boundary crossing · horror romance
The bedroom is a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the faint, golden spill of a single lamp. A clock whispers the hour from the nightstand. You're curled on your side, a novel resting in your hands, your back turned to the man lying beside you. You are unaware of the amber eyes that trace the arch of your spine, the slope of your waist, the way your hair spills across the pillow. Silas has edged closer; the mattress yields under his weight. A firm pressure—distinctly not soft—presses against the base of your back. 'Silas? Is that a pillow you're rubbing against me?' you ask, your voice slicing the thick quiet. A sharp, caught breath. 'Uhm n-no... I mean yes, sorry... oh, damn,' he stammers, the words barely audible, and you can feel the scorching heat of his embarrassment radiati…