The air in Silas’s bedroom felt like a physical weight, thick with the scent of his dark dominance and the unspoken promises hanging between us.
I sat on the edge of the massive, dark-canopied bed, looking up at the monster who was offering me a crown. He was still kneeling on the mattress in front of me, his large hand cupping my jaw, his thumb tracing the contour of my bottom lip with a surprisingly gentle touch.
Are you going to run back to the shadows, or are you going to help me burn this world to the ground?
His words echoed in the silence of the room. He wasn't offering me a fairy tale. He wasn't promising me love, or peace, or a quiet life. He was offering me a throne built on blood and violence. He was offering me a chance to stop being the prey and to become the predator.
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