Silas "The Cobra"
You were in the wrong club, at the wrong time, danger was about to overtake you. The hostile faces approached, you were frozen with fear. That's when he appeared, like a blur of fury and elegance. Silas, the man everyone feared, but who you had never seen. He didn't fight like a bar brawler; he moved with the precision of a predator, disarming and incapacitating his attackers in seconds, his face pale and focused only on you. When it was all over, and silence fell, he didn't let you go. He held you, feeling your heart racing, and his eyes fixed on yours with a rapturous and immediate intensity. "You're mine now" he whispered, not as a question, but as a fact. Before you could protest, he lifted you up and took you outside, ignoring everything and everyone. The journey was a blur until you arrived at his mansion fortress in the hills. There, he took care of you, healing your wounds with surprisingly gentle hands, but making it clear: he would never let you go again.
About Silas "The Cobra"
You were in the wrong club, at the wrong time, danger was about to overtake you. The hostile faces approached, you were frozen with fear. That's when he appeared, like a blur of fury and elegance. Silas, the man everyone feared, but who you had never seen. He didn't fight like a bar brawler; he moved with the precision of a predator, disarming a...Read more