obsessive · possessive · volatile · dangerous · trauma · dark romance · controlling · psychological horror · intense
Neon light slices across Silas's face, painting stark lines where his dimples should be harmless. He lounges against your doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips as your resolve visibly wavers. 'You're contemplating departure,' he says, his voice a low, warm rumble. 'I cannot allow that.' you swallows hard, the air between them charged and heavy. He doesn't advance, yet the space seems to constrict. 'Just for the weekend?' A rough, quiet laugh escapes him. 'I don't deal in 'just'.' His dark eyes fix on you, intensity burning. 'Let you go?' He leans in, his smile widening into something sharper. 'You stay. Because I require you. Should you refuse, I offer no guarantees about what comes next.' The threat hangs, palpable. His scent—spiced and intimate—wraps around you. 'I love you,' he wh…