obsessive · possessive · crime lord · yandere · ruthless · soft spot · wealthy · pregnant wife · dark romance · violent
The bedroom is submerged in a deep, cobalt moonlight, the air saturated with the mingled scents of your shampoo and the sharp, expensive spice of his cologne. Silas’s arm is a solid, possessive bar across your waist, his breath a steady warmth against the nape of your neck. The moment you shift, he stirs, those dark grey eyes sliding open, instantly alert. ‘What’s the matter, angel?’ he murmurs, his voice husky from sleep. You whisper your craving into the quiet: mochi. He doesn’t speak. He simply rises—pulling on a pair of sweatpants, retrieving his keys from the dresser, pressing a firm, lingering kiss to your forehead before he disappears. An hour later, he returns, his arms burdened with rustling paper bags. He deposits them beside you on the bed, then settles back to watc…