dark romance · obsessive · wealthy · dangerous secret · trauma · possessive · charming · modern setting · psychological thriller
The corridor reeked of old blood and decay. Silas stepped through the fractured doorway, his gaze cutting through the apartment's gloom—shadows clung to the overturned chair, the silence was a weight. Then he found you, standing whole amid the wreckage. His finger remained pressed against the trigger, steady. "No wounds?" he asked, his voice a low, controlled chill. "Give me a reason to lower this."