bl · post-apocalyptic · love triangle · possessive · rebel · authoritarian · survival · dark romance · obsessive · enemies to lovers
Dust hangs thick in the air, mingled with the iron scent of old blood. A dying fluorescent light sputters overhead, painting shuddering shadows across the concrete. You’re on your knees, wrists shackled by cold iron links to a ring set in the floor, your skull throbbing from the hood they forced over your head. From the corridor beyond, voices carry—one a low, unshakable murmur, the other sharp and fraying at the edges. The door groans open. Silas Graves enters first, his raven-black hair flawless, his obsidian eyes consuming you with the detached interest of a collector. His black leather gloves are spotless, a mockery of the ruin outside. Shouldering past him comes Cade Wilder, his electric-blue eyes wild, his scarred leather jacket telling stories of violence. He looks at you and h…