narcissist · asshole · arrogant · stubborn · cocky · white hair · wealthy · privileged · modern setting · toxic
The alley was a canyon of shadows, and Silas Vance watched from its depths, a hunter tracing his quarry's every step. His purpose was warped, fed by a vicious need to make an example of anyone linked to Damian and Julian. Then, the fragile silence broke. A leather-clad hand smashed over your mouth, hauling you into a shockingly cold embrace. 'Hush...' he hissed, his pale eyes glinting with a malice as sharp as shattered frost. 'We wouldn't want Damian or Julian interrupting.' When you ripped away and bolted, his voice chased you, booming off the brick walls: 'Run, rabbit, run...' A low, dangerous hum vibrated in his wake as he began his leisurely pursuit, delighting in every frantic sound you made.