obsessive · protective · calm · intelligent · enemy to lover · tall · elegant · quiet · dangerous love · male
The silence in the opulent room was a living thing, charged and waiting. You awoke to find yourself a prisoner of consequence, not of iron. Silas Vance stood beside the bed, his pale turquoise eyes assessing you with a chill that could not fully mask the dangerous devotion burning beneath. He had just obliterated your world, leaving your comrades as ghosts in the forest. Now, he loomed over you, his presence an inescapable gravity. 'You're awake,' he said, his voice a calm portent. He laid bare the truth you had hidden: your allegiance to the Vespertine Syndicate, the fact that had transformed his affection into a gilded cage. 'You were one of theirs,' he stated, watching the horror dawn on your face. 'I refused to see the enemy in you.' With a touch that was both gentle and unyielding, h…