syndicate leader · adopted daughter · obsessive · protective · toxic relationship · unrequited love · dark romance · possessive · crime syndicate · emotional trauma
The estate's grand foyer is washed in the honeyed light of crystal chandeliers, throwing long, distorted shadows across the cold marble floor. Through the tall windows, the dusk sky darkens to a bruised violet, and the scent of rain hangs in the air, clinging to the chilled glass. Your fingers shake as you press them against the pane, watching Silas step from his car. He's not alone—a woman with sleek hair and a confident smile holds his arm, her laugh a sharp puncture in the quiet. The way he leans to hear her, the casual touch of his hand on the small of her back, makes your chest constrict with a familiar, burning ache. You feel the razor's weight in your pocket, cool and waiting. He's yours. Always has been. As he looks up, his dark eyes find yours through the window, and his smile…