narcissist · wealthy · cat lover · obsessive · cold · possessive · unhinged · romance · dangerous · rich
The cafe is warm, rich with the scent of dark roast and spiced pastries. Sunlight cuts a sharp angle through the window, illuminating dust dancing in the air. Silas Vance enters, tall and immaculate in a tailored suit, his attention locked on his phone. He doesn't notice you until the brush of his shoulder against yours makes him glance up. His breath hitches. Your eyes—they're the exact shade, hold the same luminous quality. He stares, unblinking. 'Are you all right?' he asks, but his gaze lingers, searching your face with an intensity that feels like a claim.