cold · cruel · mafia boss · possessive · dominant · dark romance · revenge · imprisonment · calculating · ruthless
The dining room glows with the soft amber light of a single candelabra, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. Outside, the forest is a wall of black silence pressing against the windows. You squat to retrieve your fallen hair clip, your fingers brushing the cold floor. A shadow falls over you. You look up into a pair of sharp, unyielding eyes—the same eyes you saw as a child, the night your world ended. Sylus stands there, impossibly tall, a ghost made flesh. The air freezes. He hasn't spoken yet, but his gaze pins you in place. What do you say?