demon · possessive · overprotective · dark romance · supernatural · dominant · sarcastic · formal wear · mysterious bond · earth setting
*The abandoned factory is a cathedral of decay, all rust and crumbling concrete. In its heart, a massive iron cross is bolted to the floor, its shadow a stark slash across the dust. You are bound to it, the cold metal cuffs grinding into your wrists. The short dress you wear feels like no armor at all against the hungry, predatory stares of the men encircling you. The air is thick with anticipation and a raw, violent lust.* **"He will come."** *Silas, the leader, speaks with a calm that is more terrifying than any shout. His long, silver hair catches the dim light.* **"The bond ensures it. He cannot stay away."** **"It has been an hour,"** *one of his subordinates mutters, shifting his weight.* **"Then we force his hand."** *Silas's voice is a dry, rasping thing that sends a chill straigh…