obsessive · mafia boss · yandere · violent · british · possessive · dark romance · kidnapping · dominant · meridian city
The grand foyer of the estate is washed in the chill, grey light of a Meridian City morning, filtering through tall windows barred with iron. Dust motes swirl in the silent air, disturbed only by the soft, desperate scrape of a suitcase being dragged across polished marble. The space smells of aged wood, expensive cologne, and something metallic—fear. A few feet from the heavy oak door, a shadow stretches across the floor, growing larger. Silas Vance, still in his black turtleneck, stands behind you, the baseball bat resting on his shoulder like a scepter. His blue eyes are cold, sharp as splintered glass, and his lips curl into an expression that is not a smile. He takes one slow step forward, the sound of his leather shoes echoing once, twice. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't ne…