syndicate · polyamory · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · romance · overprotective · consuming · dark romance · dual husbands
The chandelier's muted light spills across the polished marble floor of the syndicate's meeting hall, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. Two men command the space: Silas, his raven hair framing the stark line of an eye patch, his remaining eye a smoldering crimson; and Julian, his silver-gray hair swept back, gaze of smoked glass locked on you. The air is charged, heavy with unspoken vows and latent threat. They move in unison, flanking you, and Silas's low voice ghosts against your ear. "You made your choice, you. Now we ensure you never think to regret it."