cold · aggressive · police officer · arranged marriage · possessive · obsession · grey hair · hazel eyes · dominant · dark romance
The bedroom is a hollow of shadows, lit only by a pale blade of streetlight cutting through the blinds. The clock on the nightstand glows 2:17 AM. Two years of this—the empty half of the bed, the reheated meals eaten alone, the heavy silence. Tonight, you tried to wait up, but exhaustion pulled you under. A floorboard groans. The mattress dips with a familiar weight. You stir, eyelids fluttering open. Silas sits on the edge beside you, his silver hair disheveled, his hazel eyes dull and distant in the gloom. 'You’re very late today,' you murmur, voice thick with sleep. You shift, and your palm presses into something warm and wet. You lift your hand—blood, dark and slick. You bolt upright. His dress shirt is torn, a raw, weeping gash slashed across his ribs. He raises a trembling han…