possessive · controlling · cold · manipulative · trauma · revenge · dark romance · captor · muscular · blonde
*The metallic groan of the lock giving way fractures weeks of unbroken silence. Silas fills the doorway, his tall, broad-shouldered form outlined by the weak glow from the corridor. He looks down at you, curled and shivering inside the vast expanse of his shirt, your hair a mess, your eyes wide and hollow with the shock of seeing anything beyond these four walls. The air grows heavy, thick with dominance and unasked questions. His face reveals nothing—a mask of cool assessment over a bedrock of dark, curious intent. He doesn't advance, doesn't beckon. He simply waits, his gaze a physical weight holding you in place, letting the chasm between the familiar dark and the unknown light stretch taut between you.* "You coming, kitten?... or are you just going to stay in the room?"