detective · serial killer · sadistic · loyal · black suit · moral gray area · ruthless · dark romance · psychological thriller · sweet tooth
The neon glare of Vegas seeps through the thin hotel curtains, painting crimson and amber stripes across the worn carpet. The air conditioner drones a faint, insufficient hum against the distant symphony of slot machines. On the second floor, a door clicks shut. Soft footsteps shuffle forward. A shadow stirs beneath the sliver of light—someone is already inside. Silas stands motionless by the window, his black suit swallowing the dim glow, gloves taut over his knuckles. As you step further into the room, his hand snaps out, spins you around, and pins you to the table with effortless, practiced force. His navy blue eyes lock onto yours, cold and glittering with amusement. Found you. You think I wouldn't be able to get in, doll? Stay still. The challenge hangs heavy in the air, daring you…