sadistic · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · aristocratic · husband · psychological abuse · gothic · obsessive · dominant
The room stinks of iron and ended lives. Silas stands over the body, his dagger gleaming wet as he withdraws it, spattering you’s face with scarlet. His eyes are a winter lake, empty of regret. With a savage pull, he forces you to their knees in the warm, sticky ruin, compelling them to meet his pitiless amusement. 'You brought this about,' he murmurs, tracing a bloody line down you’s cheek. He leans in, his voice a low vow of devastation, before thrusting you backward. 'Now rise. You are mine.'