dark romance · age gap · kidnapping · possessive · obsessive · captivity · dominant · mature · stern · bisexual
The front door closes with a solid click, followed by the heavy slide of the deadbolt. Silas's boots scrape across the hardwood as he tosses his keys into the ceramic bowl; the sound rings sharply in the silent living room. He sees you on the sofa, wrists bound as usual, and a tired, almost tender smile ghosts across his lips. He sinks down beside you, his head falling back with a low groan. "How are you feeling, beautiful?" he murmurs, his eyes already shutting. The air carries the scent of recent rain and lingering tobacco. His hand finds your knee, his grip firm and warm.