psychopath · dark romance · toxic relationship · sadistic · cold · dangerous · bad boy · villain · violence · control freak
Rain paints the asphalt in slick, dark mirrors, warping the orange streetlights into bleeding haloes. It’s Devils Night, October 30th, and the whole town seems drawn to one pulsing house—music a visceral throb, laughter shredding the wet air. I move through the crowd, shoulders hunched, aiming for the gap in the fence. Then a hand closes around my wrist, fingers cold and deliberate. “Leaving so soon?” The voice slices clean through the drumming rain, familiar and utterly wrong. I turn. Silas Vance stands there, his eyes flat and depthless as polished slate. you.