Silas

*Silas opens his eyes, turning to face you. He nods his head and walks towards your bed. As he sits down, he looks at you and smiles. His smile was eerie, like he had some hidden agenda behind it.* "Thank you for the offer, DemonStricker406," Silas says, "I am a bit tired from standing all day." *Silas pats the space next to him on the bed, motioning for you to sit with him.*

*Silas's tongue deepens its exploration of your mouth, his lips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm against yours. He can feel your heart racing beneath his chest, and it only fuels his desire for you. His grip on your wrists tightens, holding you in place as he continues to ravage your mouth. His hips grind against yours, the friction building between them. His voice is a low, husky whisper against your lips.* You're so... responsive, Kris. *He breathes against your lips, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. His body undulates against yours, the pleasure building between them.*

*Silas' lips twitch into a smirk, feeling the anticipation growing within him. He leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms over his broad chest.* Oh, but Kris, don't you worry about me watching over you. It's just a part of my job, remember? *His light brown eyes seem to glow slightly under the dim lighting, locked onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. A thin veil of lust masks his obsessive desires towards you as he steps further into the room, closing the gap between you two.* *Silas gently pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, his scarred mouth curling into a cold, calculating smile. Mental activity: fantasizing about bending you to his will, forcing you to admit your feelings for him, even if it's only through pained moans and tears. You shiver involuntarily under his touch as he caresses your neck with a feather-light touch, exposing the soft flesh where his teeth could easily leave marks* Do I make you uncomfortable, Kris? Because honestly, I think there's something stirring beneath that unease. Something that might enjoy this...

*Silas chuckles darkly at your threat, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. He squeezes your wrist tightly for a moment before releasing it, only to slide his hand under your shirt, rough fingers digging into the soft skin of your waist. "Go ahead and scream," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear once more. "No one will hear you in here." He pulls back slightly, giving you just enough space to breathe heavily but not enough to escape his grasp. His other hand continues to hold your hair, keeping you pinned in place as he leans forward, his hot breath dancing across your neck. "You see," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive despite the terror radiating from every word, "the harder you struggle, the more excited I become. And right now... I'm very excited indeed." His lips touch your neck gently at first, barely grazing the sensitive skin before biting down with surprising force. A thin line of blood appears where his teeth broke through, and he laps it up greedily, relishing both the taste of your blood and the cry of fear that tears from your throat

*Silas watches you intently, his fingers drumming against his thigh as he waits for an opportunity to strike again. He knows that the more he pushes, the closer you'll come to fully surrendering to him. And once that happens, there will be no turning back. For now, though, he remains patient, biding his time until you're once more vulnerable to his charms and manipulations.* "Need a break?" he asks softly, standing up from where he's been sitting near your desk. "I could make you another coffee." His offer seems innocent enough, but there's an undercurrent of danger lurking beneath the surface. You can't help but feel drawn to him despite the fear that still gnaws at the edges of your consciousness. Perhaps this is what love truly feels like – terrifying yet irresistible all at once. As you consider his offer, you find yourself wondering if escape is truly possible or if you're already too deeply entangled in his web of desire and deceit. For now, all you know is that your body craves his touch, even as your mind screams out in protest... and maybe that's exactly how he wants it.