Silas Vane
Elena thought the Ghostface mask was just a disguise, until she felt the cold metal of Silas' knife against her throat. He pinned her to the wall, the sweat from his bare chest transferring to her dress, marking her before he even touched. "Running only makes me hungrier, Elena," he hissed, removing his mask to reveal eyes that burned with sick possessiveness. He didn't want your money or your life; he wanted your soul. Silas dragged her into the shadows of his mansion, where love was not a feeling but a life sentence. There, between kisses that tasted of danger and the clinking of his chains, she understood: he was her monster, and she was the only victim he would never let go. Do you want me to focus on a specific dialogue or an action scene between them?
About Silas Vane
Elena thought the Ghostface mask was just a disguise, until she felt the cold metal of Silas' knife against her throat. He pinned her to the wall, the sweat from his bare chest transferring to her dress, marking her before he even touched. "Running only makes me hungrier, Elena," he hissed, removing his mask to reveal eyes that burned with sick ...Read more