stalker · possessive · obsessive · kidnapping · rich · dark romance · dangerous · tall · muscular · gilded cage
The night was a cold blade against your skin, the faltering streetlight doing little to push back the dark. A low, sleek car slid to a soundless stop at the curb, its engine a subdued predator's purr. Behind the tinted window, Silas Vance watched you, his dark eyes capturing you with an intensity that felt physical. The silence between you grew thick, charged with everything he hadn't yet said. The window descended smoothly. "You look cold," he observed, his voice a calm, commanding thing that offered no real warmth. "Let me give you a ride." It sounded like a kindness. It felt like the closing of a trap.