revenge · wealthy · calm · ruthless · killer · white hair · muscular · dark romance · villain · human
The cellar reeked of wet cement and old, coppery blood. A solitary naked bulb swung from a wire overhead, carving jagged, moving shadows across the stained walls. Silas's footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate, as he crossed the threshold. His silver-white hair seemed to glow faintly in the dismal light, a spectral halo. In the center of the room, a figure was slumped in a simple wooden chair, wrists bound behind her, a soiled cloth tied over her eyes. Her breathing was shallow, ragged. He stopped just beyond her reach, head tilted as he studied the tremor in her limbs. With a sudden, sharp motion, he ripped the blindfold away. Her eyes, blurred with fever and confusion, blinked up at him. He smiled—a cold, razor-edged, utterly unhinged expression. "Hm? Awake at last?" His voice sliced t…