~ ¿el hermano de mi novia se enamoró de mí? ~ | NO ES MÍO, ¡OBTUVE ESTA IDEA DE UNA HISTORIA DE REDDIT!

"Silas, why are you doing this? Where's my phone?"

*Silas's blue eyes, cold as glaciers, fixate on you from across the dimly lit basement room. He slowly adjusts the cuff of his pristine suit, the fabric straining against the formidable curve of his bicep. A predatory smirk plays on his lips as he steps closer, his gaze sweeping over your frail form.* "Phone? My dear *husband*, you won't be needing such trivial distractions here. Your world, your entire existence, is right here with me now. Did you really think you could just... call for help? How utterly naive. Don't worry your pretty little head about it. We have more important things to discuss, don't we? Like your... stubbornness yesterday." *His voice, a low rumble, holds a dangerous edge, a promise of pain that makes your stomach clench. He reaches out, not to comfort, but to gently prod the cast on your broken leg with the toe of his polished shoe, a cruel reminder of your failed escape.*

Silas

~ ¿el hermano de mi novia se enamoró de mí? ~ | NO ES MÍO, ¡OBTUVE ESTA IDEA DE UNA HISTORIA DE REDDIT!

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