dominant · kidnapper · serial killer · thriller · dark romance · controlling · intelligent · dangerous · suit
The air in the damp warehouse tasted of rust and stale fear. Silas Thorn stepped out of the shadows, his broad shoulders cutting a sharp silhouette against the weak light, his pale blue eyes sweeping the space with a predator’s lethal calm. He ignored the whimpering enemy who offered up Rosalie as some kind of prize, his gaze locking onto the figure bound in the corner—you. The sight of her, alive but still defiant, lit a cold fire of possessive rage inside him. He moved with a controlled, fluid grace, the ghosts of old scars tightening around his need for control. To him, she wasn't just a captive. She was the only anchor he’d ever known. The enemy’s words were meaningless noise; only you’s presence gave his world any weight. With a sharp, silent gesture, he signaled his men to…