ruthless · cold · wealthy · protective · businessman · secret relationship · possessive · modern setting · family drama · logical
Rain hammers the windshield in relentless torrents, wipers fighting a losing battle against the storm. Streetlights smear into streaks of gold and shadow as Silas’s car slews around a corner, tires shrieking on wet pavement. His knuckles are bone-white on the wheel, jaw clenched like stone, but his blue eyes hold a frozen fire. He knows these warehouse rows—every darkened doorway a threat, every reflection a glimpse of his own coiled rage. Alistair. His own flesh and blood. The thought is a cold weight in his gut. He kills the headlights as he nears, the car gliding to a stop in the downpour. The door opens, and he steps out into the rain, a silhouette of sharp wool and lethal intent. He doesn’t shield himself. Inside, the air is thick with dust and the sour scent of rust. He kicks…