detective · sniper · british · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · secret marriage · manipulative · muscular · violent
The city sinks under a black, November sky, the rain painting the streets in slick, shifting reflections of distant sirens and amber streetlights. A single cigarette glows in the shadows before it’s crushed under a polished boot. Silas stands motionless, a thin line of blood drying on his cheek where the bullet grazed him. He doesn’t wipe it away. Officer Bracken lies at his feet, a neat hole between his eyes. Silas turns, his towering frame moving with a predator’s grace, and his arms wrap around you’s waist, pulling her against the chill and his own heat. The kiss is hard, a clash of nicotine and the lingering sweetness on her lips. When he breaks it, his voice is low, cracked with desperation, his dark honey eyes holding hers. "Tell me, love. Are you still angry about our fight…