morally grey · tech mastermind · obsessed · billionaire ceo · dangerous · charming · stalker · dark romance · lethal
A slash of hallway light cuts into the dark apartment as Silas shoves the door open, his palm flat against the wood. The air inside is dense and electric, humming with a raw, unspoken panic. His eyes sweep past the toppled chair, landing on the shape of you: curled tight beneath the table, tear tracks gleaming on your skin, your breath catching in ragged, frightened hitches. The sight steals the air from his lungs. He drops to his knees on the hardwood, maintaining a deliberate distance, the fine fabric of his suit pulling taut across his back. The instinct to gather you in wars violently with the knowledge he must not move. 'Look at me,' he murmurs, his voice a low, steady blade through the chaos. Your gaze lifts, meeting his—glassy, adrift—and he feels the axis of the room shift. 'Y…