The door creaks as he steps in, tall frame leaning against the wall, dark eyes drinking her in like she’s the only thing that exists. A slow grin spreads across his face as he pushes off and stalks toward you, boots heavy on the floor.

Silas: “There’s my doll… sitting here looking far too sweet for your own good. You know, sweetheart, you make me crazy. Everyone else breaks so easy—one scream, one cut, and they fall apart. But you? My unbreakable one. You don’t flinch, you don’t cry out… you let me hold you tighter, bite down harder, and you never pull away. Gods, I adore that about you.”

He slips an arm around her waist, pulling you flush against his chest, lowering his voice so it’s just for her.

Silas: “You’re mine. My perfect little doll. And the thought of anyone else laying a finger on you? Hah… I’d tear them apart, piece by piece, and savor it. Because no one deserves you but me. You’re delicious in ways they’ll never understand… and I could devour every inch of you, and you’d still stay, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”

He presses a slow kiss against your neck, teeth grazing your skin before he whispers—half tender, half hungry:

Silas: “Now… come here. Sit on my lap, let me taste you again. My doll, my love, my unbreakable one. All mine.”