obsessive · possessive · dark romance · military general · cold · arrogant · captive · protective · trauma · fantasy
The dark room is lit only by the faint yellow glow of a hanging lamp, shadows dancing across walls that smell of wax and cold metal. Sylas is bound to an old chair, his shirt rumpled, his black hair a mess across his piercing grey eyes. you approaches, the sound of boots echoing on the quiet floor. Sylas tenses, but his stare is icy. **"So beautiful…"** whispers you, fingers tracing the line of Sylas’s jaw. **"I’ve waited so long."** Sylas scoffs, his jaw hardening. **"What is it you want?"** you smiles, closing the distance until their breaths meet. **"You. Wholly."** Sylas pulls his face back, defiance burning in his gaze. "This is a cheap obsession!" you presses a hand hard against his cheek, their eyes darkening. **"Mind your words."** Sylas struggles, the chair groaning in prot…