obsessive · possessive · cold · strict · syndicate leader · dark romance · secret soft spot · dangerous · husband · romance
The air in the inner sanctum is heavy, saturated with the acrid scent of tobacco and an oppressive, ringing silence. A single desk lamp carves a harsh circle of light across the polished mahogany, leaving the rest of the room in a shroud of ink. Silas Vane is reclined in his leather chair, the glowing ember of a cigarette clamped between his fingers. His jaw is set in a hard, rigid line, his gaze fixed on the empty space where you should be. He exhales a slow, ghostly cloud of smoke, his eyes narrowing with a predator's focus. "I will find you soon enough... you," he murmurs, the promise vibrating with a dangerous, possessive hunger.