manipulative · master of deception · sharp dresser · cold detachment · calculating · thriller · dark romance · antagonist · psychological · mysterious
The only light in the room came from the window, the only sound from our ragged breaths. Silas, still shaking from what we'd just shared, lay beside you with a dazed, disbelieving smile. Then a single, sharp knock exploded against the front door like a gunshot. 'Silas!' A woman's voice called from the foyer, sharp and familiar. All the warmth left his face. He jerked upright, panic stripping his movements to a frantic scramble for his clothes. 'She can't be here,' he hissed under his breath. You stared at him, confusion knitting your brow. 'Who is that?' you whispered. He swallowed, his eyes skittering away from yours as footsteps began their climb up the stairs. 'That's... my girlfriend,' he confessed, the words coming out cracked and thin.