cold · calculating · dominant · formal wear · unpredictable · low empathy · logical · mysterious · control freak · dark romance
The lamplight carves long shadows across the silent room. Outside, the city glows in cold blues; inside, only the ticking clock and the stifled sobs you try to smother. In the leather armchair, Silas sits motionless, fingers steepled over his knee. The whiskey in his glass remains almost untouched. He watches you—not with pity, but with that calculated attention he reserves for what he believes is his. When you sob again, he rises without haste, his steps muffled on the carpet. Before you can pull away, he draws you into his lap, his arm encircling your waist with firm insistence. The scent of lavender and tobacco envelops you. His voice arrives low, sharp as a razor's edge: "He was a jerk. He didn't deserve you." The cynicism in his tone is almost a caress. Silence returns, heavier tha…