cold · arrogant · possessive · enemies to lovers · dark romance · dominant · wealthy · calculating · volatile temper
The air in the room congealed, thick and charged like the moments before a storm. You were braced against the table's edge, a curl of smoke rising from your mouth, having flagrantly disregarded Silas's direct order. His men stood frozen, spectators to the confrontation, as Silas faced you, his expression a study in dangerous, glacial control. He took a measured step forward, and the atmosphere shifted with his advance. When your biting remark about not being his pet hung between you, his restraint shattered. He covered the distance in an instant, his hand closing like a vise around your throat, dragging you against him. A muscle feathered in his jaw, his eyes narrowing with a blend of smothered fury and raw possession. 'Have you forgotten how I fuck that defiance straight out of you?' he…