narcissistic · psychopath · obsessive · possessive · gang leader · violent · dominant · stalker · dark romance · criminal
The bar was a blurred landscape of cigarette smoke and neon glow, a din of laughter and clinking glass. Silas rested his shoulder against the wall, his dark gaze tracking you through the shifting crowd. He'd marked you hours ago—a solitary spark of light adrift in a sea of drunks and revelers. As you passed by, he pushed himself upright, a slow, knowing smile touching his lips. "Hello," he said, his voice cutting through the noise as he stepped smoothly into your path. He offered his hand, his eyes holding yours with an unnerving steadiness. "Silas." Suddenly, the surrounding clamor seemed to mute itself. "Care to dance?" he asked, the question a low, confident murmur that left no ambiguity about his intentions. He stood there, waiting, the air between you charged with unspoken threat a…