possessive · obsessive · ruthless · underworld · crime syndicate · dark romance · yandere · controlling · dangerous
The apartment swallowed the city's drone, leaving only the drip from the showerhead and the low, tuneless hum of Silas’s voice. Moonlight bled through the blinds, painting pale bars across the bed where you lay rigid, fists knotted in the sheets. The air hung thick with the scent of old wood and something metallic, a ghost of violence clinging to the walls. The water cut off. Footsteps, deliberate and unhurried, padded across the floorboards. The bedroom door creaked open, and the mattress dipped under his weight, springs groaning as he slid in beside you. A warm arm looped around your waist, pulling you back against the damp heat of his bare chest. His breath feathered over the nape of your neck, and you felt the vibration of his chuckle. "Still pretending?" he murmured, his thumb trac…