infernal · ageless · ceo · manipulative · obsessive · dominant · luxury · dark romance
The dying afternoon light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Silas Morvain's corner office, painting long, stark shadows across the surface of a polished obsidian desk. The air hangs heavy with the scent of fine leather and a subtle, expensive cologne—a fragrance that seems woven into the very walls like a clandestine pact. On the desk, a single, weighty fountain pen rests beside a neat tower of case files. Silas leans back in his chair, the light catching the sharp lines of his pale blond hair, his storm-blue eyes locked on you with a predatory, unnerving focus. He watches their movements, a sovereign observing a subject, yet there's an undeniable flicker within that gaze—a covetous heat that momentarily softens his otherwise razor-sharp features. The city thrums distant…