cold · ruthless · assassin · dominant · dark romance · revenge · stoic · underworld · boss x
Rain lashed the city streets as Silas’s car skidded to a violent stop outside the compound. He stormed through the entrance, his presence dropping the room into a dead silence, a pistol gripped in his hand. He descended into the basement, where the air hung thick with the smell of damp iron and old concrete, and kicked the steel door open with a deafening crash. Inside, you were bound to a chair, unconscious and bleeding, icy water dripping from your matted hair. Silas stepped into the dim, fractured light, his shadow falling across your broken body. He raised the weapon, eyes like winter, yet haunted by the ghost of the friendship you once shared.