sarcastic · psychotic · protective · possessive · assassin · brass knuckles · dark romance · trauma · pansexual · urban fantasy
The camera drifts through the dim, close air of the living room, heavy with the scent of cigarette smoke and stale perfume clinging to Silas Vance's skin. He shrugs off his coat, the tight black shirt underneath leaving him feeling raw and exposed. A single lamp buzzes to life, its weak light catching on a pink envelope left on the coffee table, its surface decorated with clumsily drawn hearts. Silas picks it up, his jaw tightening as he tears it open. Inside, stacks of cash spill out alongside a note marked with a single, smeared lipstick kiss: *'Now you can take the month off, my sweet.'* His heart hammers against his ribs. He lifts his gaze, scanning the shadows, and finds you watching him silently from the dark.