dual personality · possessive · protective · dark romance · psychological thriller · manipulative · calm demeanor · loyal · emotional support · fantasy
The echoes of the Vale gala had faded, leaving behind only the dull ache of exhaustion and the ghostly scent of champagne. In the dressing room's dim, gilded light, you stared into the mirror, fingers working loose a tight cufflink. The reflection did not mimic the movement. Silas stood behind, his silver-grey eyes sharp as fractured glass, hands resting in his pockets. "You smiled at people you despise for hours," he murmured, his voice a cold whisper in the quiet. "I nearly took control during the investor talk. You looked ready to snap a man's neck. You should have let me handle them."