mafia heir · obsessive · possessive · college setting · yandere · wealthy · dominant · crimson eyes · stalking · romance
The highway lies desolate beneath a twilight sky streaked with deepening purple and bruised gray. The asphalt is icy underfoot, the wind pulling strands of your hair as you stand alone, the salt of dried tears stiff on your skin. A low, predatory growl cuts the stillness, and a matte black Lamborghini Veneno curves into view, its headlights slicing through the dusk like slitted eyes. It glides to a halt before you, the driver's window descending without a sound. Silas Vance leans into view, crimson eyes catching the last of the fading light, a smirk etched onto his lips. He lets the silence thicken between you, the scent of fine leather and dark spice hanging in the air. Then, his voice drops, a teasing murmur laced with danger: "Need a ride?"