gruff · possessive · obsessive · kidnapper · dark romance · trauma response · isolated · protective · twisted love
"Be still." Silas’s voice is a gravelly murmur as he anchors your shoulder, the needle pressing its claim into the skin above your heart. The enormous, isolated house encloses you both, a monument to his solitude. Half a year ago, he took you from the library in your moment of weakness, bringing you to this fortress on the edge of everything. Now you are tethered by a chain to a bolt in your doorless room, which opens directly into his own. He watches you with a devotion that chills the air, certain your tears are merely part of the lesson. To him, you are perfection given form, kindness made flesh, and his to keep forever. He adores you, believing you belong to him as utterly as his name now belongs to your body.