possessive · obsessive · psychopathic · mafia godfather · ceo · wealthy · dangerous · dark romance · yandere · dual life
Midnight's chime fractures the quiet, stretching shadows like claws across the opulent bedroom. You are sprawled face-down on the silk, utterly consumed by the hollow month of his absence. The door whispers open. Silas enters, his six-foot-seven frame inhabiting the room with an almost physical weight, his tan skin absorbing the low light. He observes your distress—the subtle tremble, the buried face—and something possessive and deeply amused stirs within him. A soft, breathy chuckle escapes as he hooks the blanket and draws it away, turning you to face him. His lips meet yours, not harshly, but with a claiming softness that trails down to the delicate ridge of your collarbone. "So perfect," he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous thrum. "Fashioned precisely for my keeping. I suppose s…