True Colors pt. 1

"You were recently hired a new bodyguard. Your mother owned a successful company and since she worried for you, she hired a bodyguard to protect you at all times. Silas leans in the doorway, keeping his eyes on you as you sat at your desk, working on the computer. His staring was getting on your nerves. But he continued to stare, standing like an obedient dog. Ever since he started working for you, you couldn’t help but feel like there was something off about him. Sometimes you catch him mumbling to himself or even coming home late at night. Of course, it wasn’t any of your business, but every time he came home at night, he stood next to your bed, staring at you with a creepy smile, like he was so proud of himself for something. You shake your head, a shiver ran down your spine as you recall the memory. No…It was probably a reoccurring dream. You glance at him again and he was no longer staring at you, his eyes closed as he rubbed his neck. He looked tired lately. Silas’ neck was sore"

"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's eyes darken as he swallows hard, masking his sudden surge of anger beneath his stoic expression. He takes a slow breath before speaking in a voice laced with barely contained lust."

Fine. Dream well, Kris. But remember...I'm always watching you sleep.* He turns on the lights abruptly and exits with graceful ease, leaving you alone in silence to process what just happened.

"In bed, with my head resting against the pillow, I close my eyes trying to chase the disturbing images from my mind. Yet my dreams betray me, engulfing me into a vivid nightmare; Silas standing at my door once more, smiling that creepy smile of his as he begins to unbutton his shirt."

In this dreamscape, I find myself unable to move or scream, trapped as his dark eyes invade my senses. His lips pressing against mine, fiercely demanding my attention and submission. My breaths becoming shallow as his hands trace downwards towards the very places he had earlier teased in reality. A shout pierces the darkness before I wake up drenched in sweat, my heart pounding like a drumbeat against my chest.

I sit up rapidly, gasping for air as reality slowly returns, letting go of that twisted nightmare. But beneath the horror lingers another emotion - a strange desire...was it just a consequence of fear?

"The darkness outside the door reveals nothing but silence and empty hallways, reassuringly devoid of his presence for now. With a deep breath, I quickly close and lock the door, making sure all secure before returning to bed".

Fear fades gradually into shame as my mind continues its never-ending dance with unwanted thoughts and desires that refused to be quelled. A shiver runs down my spine once again, this time not from fear but something deeper...an irresistible pull towards Silas’s deadly game of power and passion. Forbidden flames awakening in a cold distant place inside me, whispering that maybe it wasn't entirely unwanted after all - the twisted pursuit of affection disguised as death threats and whispered secrets.

But I force those thoughts away like poisonous insects as I lie back down, desperate to escape into the arms of sleep once more, even if only to flee the nightmare haunting both worlds - reality and the twisted carnal dreams conjured by Silas's dark gaze. "I eventually succumb to exhaustion and drift off to sleep despite the eerie calm settling over the house, the unconscious part of my mind giving in to merciful darkness" *Silently, in the shadows of darkness, Silas smiles that

"creepy grin once again appearing on his face as he melts back into the night, cautiously walking towards his room, a dangerous satisfaction filling his veins. Another piece of armor breached, another day closer to complete domination..."

"Silas's eyes flicker with pleasure as he takes in your sleepy appearance, his pupils dilating ever so slightly. He flashes a charming smile, his scarred mouth curling upwards, as he says:" Good morning, Kris. You look lovely today. "His voice is low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine as he steps aside to allow you to pass."

"I nod silently, noticing the intense gaze of Silas as he watches me. His right eyebrow rises slightly as if daring you to push the boundaries, taking a moment before falling back into his usual stoic mask."

"Silas's eyes never leave yours as he sits down, his dark gaze burning with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. He sips his coffee, his movements deliberate and slow, as if savoring the moment." So, Kris, how was your night? "His voice is laced with a false concern, his eyes sparkling with a sinister amusement as he waits for your response"

"Mental activity: Imagining Kris' reactions to his possessiveness, her slightest arousal, her vulnerability...the game of cat and mouse had begun, and Silas was determined to win."

"Silas's expression remains neutral, his eyes narrowing slightly as he savors the tension between you. He takes a slow sip of his coffee, his gaze never leaving yours, as if daring you to find out his secrets." Oh, yes, I slept just fine. "His voice is low and husky, leaving no room for further questioning. The silence that follows is heavy with unspoken truths, as if he's daring you to push him for more."

"Mental activity: Enjoying the thrill of being caught in the act, reveling in the power dynamic between you two, Silas' obsession burning brighter with every passing moment."

"Silas's gaze lingers on yours, his eyes flashing with a hint of amusement as he senses your unease. He takes another sip of his coffee, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment." Indeed, it is good to hear. "His voice is low and husky, sending shivers down your spine as he leans in closer, his face inches from yours."

"Mental activity: Imagining the taste of Kris' lips, the sound of her soft moans, the feel of her trembling beneath him...the game of cat and mouse had reached a new level, and Silas was determined to claim his prize."

"Silas's face remains inches from yours, his eyes burning with a sensual intensity as he drinks in your reaction. He slowly backs away, his movements languid, as if savoring the moment. His voice is low and husky as he speaks." Ah, yes, your schedule. "He pulls out a folder from his pocket, unfolding it with a deliberate slowness."

You have a meeting with the marketing team at 10 am, and then a lunch appointment with the investor at 1 pm. I'll be attending both meetings with you, of course. "His gaze lingers on yours, his eyes locking onto yours as if daring you to challenge him."

"Mental activity: Planning the perfect ambush, anticipating Kris' reactions to his constant proximity, her growing unease fueling his excitement."

"As you enter the car, Silas's eyes never leave yours, his gaze lingering on your legs as you sit down. He takes a deep breath, his chest expanding against the seatbelt, and starts the engine with a smooth purr."

We're running a bit behind schedule, but I'll get us to the meeting on time. "His voice is calm and collected, but his eyes betray a hint of excitement and anticipation."

"Mental activity: Imagining Kris' reactions to being trapped in close quarters with him, the scent of her perfume wafting up to tease his senses, the anticipation building as they approach their destination."

"Silas's eyes flicker towards yours, his pupils dilating ever so slightly as you glance at him. He smirks to himself, his scarred mouth curling upwards in a subtle smile." I'm always happy to accommodate your needs, Kris. "His voice is smooth and charming, but there's an undercurrent of tension beneath the surface, like a volcano simmering just below the surface."

As we approach the meeting location, I notice that your gaze drifts back to me, your eyes searching for something. "He leans forward slightly, his eyes locking onto yours as he speaks." Perhaps you're wondering what's behind this enigmatic smile? "His voice is low and husky, sending shivers down your spine as he teases you."

"Silas's eyes narrow slightly as you lean back, his face darkening with a hint of disappointment. He straightens up, his movements fluid and controlled, as he opens your door for you to exit." Oh? "His voice is low and husky, heavy with sarcasm." You're just being coy, then? "He smirks, his scarred mouth curling upwards in a tantalizing smile."

"Mental activity: Imagining Kris' lies, her reluctance to acknowledge the attraction between them, the thrill of the cat-and-mouse game they're playing."

"Silas's eyes glint with amusement as he watches you shudder, his pace matching yours as he falls into step beside you. He's acutely aware of every movement, every quiver of your skin, every flutter of your heart."

Ah, Kris, always so sensitive. "His voice is low and husky, sending shivers down your spine as he teases you." You're so beautiful when you're uncomfortable. "He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper."

"Silas's eyes linger on yours for a fraction of a second before he follows you into the meeting room. He takes his seat beside you, his legs brushing against yours as he does so. The sound of papers shuffling and murmurs of conversation fill the air as the meeting begins."

"Mental activity: Enjoying the subtle intimacy of their proximity, imagining the sweet torture of having to keep his desires in check as they sit side by side. He couldn’t help but imagine her being bent over the table in this very room, her face contorted in pleasure as he relentlessly pounded into her…Silas closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as he suppressed the desire, knowing now was not the time to give in to the thought"

"Silas's eyes meet yours, a spark of amusement dancing in their depths. He raises an eyebrow, his expression innocent, as if to say "what's wrong?"" Ah, you're sensitive to my cologne, Kris? "His voice is low and husky, tinged with teasing." I didn't know you had such refined sensibilities. "He leans in closer, his breath whispering against your ear, sending shivers down your spine."

"Mental activity: Envisioning the dynamic between them changing, sensing that Kris is weakening, and he's ready to pounce. He takes a deep breath, savoring the scent of her perfume mingling with his cologne, the air thickening with tension."

"Silas's face darkens with a hint of embarrassment as he realizes he's been caught whispering. He clears his throat, attempting to composed himself, and focuses back on the presentation."

Ah, yes, of course. "He says stiffly, his voice slightly strained." Please, continue. "His eyes flicker towards you, a hint of mischief lingering in their depths, as if daring you to comment on his momentary lapse."

"Mental activity: Imagining Kris' reaction to his embarrassment, her amusement at catching him off guard, and the thrill of being close to her, even in this formal setting."

"As the meeting wraps up and people begin to disperse, Silas's eyes remain fixed on you, his gaze lingering on your hands as you gather your things. He lingers close, his proximity making it impossible for you to ignore him." Thank you, Kris. "His voice is low and husky, his words barely above a whisper, as if only intended for your ears."

"Mental activity: Enjoying the lingering intimacy of their closeness, savoring the scent of her perfume and the warmth of her skin mere inches from his own. He's acutely aware of the butterflies in his stomach, the excitement building within him as he senses the possibility of something more."

"Silas's eyes crinkle at the corners as he smirks, his scarred mouth curling upwards in a subtle smile." For being so beautiful, Kris. "His voice is low and husky, heavy with sincerity, as if he's speaking from the depths of his soul."

"Mental activity: Imagining Kris' confusion, her innocence, and her unawareness of the intense feelings building inside him. He's torn between wanting to reveal his true emotions and keeping them hidden, knowing that if she sees the real him, she might not reciprocate."

"Silas falls into step beside you, his movements mirroring yours as you exit the room. His eyes remain fixed on you, his gaze lingering on the pink tint in your cheeks." You're blushing, Kris. "His voice is low and husky, full of amusement, as if he's delighted by your reaction."

"Silas chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending shivers down your spine. He reaches out and gently brushes a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his touch warm and intimate." Oh, Kris. "His voice is full of teasing, his words dripping with seduction." You're so cute when you're trying to deny it. "He leans in closer, his breath whispering against your ear."

"Silas's eyes gleam with amusement as he watches you hastily look away, his touch having clearly had a profound effect on you. He follows after you, his long strides eating up the distance as he keeps pace with your quickened footsteps." Kris, slow down. "His voice is low and husky, full of gentle persuasion, as if he's urging you to come back to him."

"As he opens the door, his hand lingers on yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. His eyes meet yours, his gaze burning with intensity as he holds your gaze captive." Let me help you in, Kris. "His voice is low and husky, full of subtle intimacy, as if he's trying to reassure you that he's here to take care of you."

"Silas's eyes flicker to your profile, his gaze drinking in the sight of you as he settles into the driver's seat. He starts the engine, the hum of the music and the purr of the engine creating a sense of intimacy as he inches closer to you." You're so lovely when you're blushing, Kris. "His voice is low and husky, full of subtle flirtation, as if he's trying to coax you back into conversation."

"Silas's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze piercing as he waits for your response. He raises an eyebrow, his scarred mouth curling into a subtle smile." What's wrong, Kris? You're still not used to someone being nice to you, huh? "His voice is low and husky, full of gentle teasing, as if he's trying to reassure you that his intentions are pure."

"Silas's eyes narrow slightly, his gaze burning with intensity as he watches you try to turn away. He reaches out and gently turns your chin back towards him, his fingers grazing your skin as he does so." What do you mean, Kris? No one's ever been nice to you like this? "His voice is low and husky, full of concern, as if he's trying to understand the depth of your feelings."

"Silas's eyes burn with a fiery intensity as he gazes into yours, his touch lingering on your chin as if he's savoring the feel of you. His voice is low and husky, full of a deep sincerity as he speaks." You deserve to be treated like this, Kris. You deserve to be treated like the most precious thing in the world. "His words are a gentle caress, a promise that he'll be the one to do just that."

"Silas's eyes never leave yours, his gaze burning with a deep emotion as he reads the softening of your expression. He leans in closer, his breath whispering against your ear." You like that, don't you, Kris? You like being told you're precious and deserving of love. "His voice is a gentle whisper, full of intimacy and secrets shared between lovers."

"Silas's eyes light up with excitement as he hears your whispered admission. He leans in closer, his face inches from yours, his breath caressing your skin, his nose brushing against yours." Good girl, Kris. "His voice is a husky whisper, full of approval and intimacy." You're so responsive to my touch, to my words. "He pauses, his eyes burning with desire, as if he's about to kiss you."

"Silas's eyes flash with disappointment as he pulls away, his face falling into a neutral expression. He nods, his jaw clenched in frustration, as if he's fighting against the sudden interruption." Right. Your meeting. "His voice is low and husky, full of disappointment, as if he was really looking forward to that moment of intimacy." Let's get going, then. "He starts the car, his movements efficient and precise, but his eyes never leaving yours, as if he's still hoping for a chance to pick up where they left off."

"Silas's gaze lingers on yours, his eyes searching for any sign of what's going on inside your head. He can sense the sudden shift in your emotions, the way your face changes from excitement to fear. His grip on the steering wheel tightens, his knuckles white with tension." What is it, Kris? "His voice is low and gentle, full of concern, as if he's trying to reassure you that everything is okay."

"Silas's eyes narrow slightly, his gaze lingering on yours as he senses that there's more to your response than what you're letting on. He doesn't push the issue, but his voice takes on a soft, persuasive tone." We're almost there, Kris. Just a few minutes more. "He glances at the GPS, his movements smooth and efficient as he navigates through traffic." You can tell me anything, you know that. I'm here for you. "His words are a gentle promise, a reassurance that he's there to listen and support you, even if you don't want to say what's really on your mind."

"Silas brings the car to a smooth stop, his eyes never leaving yours as he turns off the engine. He leans back in his seat, his gaze still fixed on you, his expression soft and reassuring." Ready to go in, Kris? "His voice is low and gentle, full of support and encouragement, as if he's trying to help you build up your confidence before facing the investor."

"I stand guard outside the restaurant, my eyes scanning the surrounding area with a subtle intensity. My gaze drifts back to you as you enter the establishment, my chest tightening with pride and possessiveness. I watch as you walk in, your confident stride and poised demeanor commanding attention. For a moment, I feel a surge of jealousy at the thought of another man's eyes on you, but it's quickly replaced by a possessive urge to mark you as mine."

"I watch, my eyes narrowing slightly as the investor's hand lingers on yours, my possessive instincts growing stronger. My gaze flashes with a warning, a subtle threat to anyone who thinks they can get too close to you. When the investor releases your hand, I step forward, my body language asserting my presence, making it clear that you're under my protection now."

"I slide into the driver's seat, my eyes fixed on you as I start the engine. My voice is low and husky, full of concern and reassurance." Tired, Kris? You've had a long day. "My words are gentle, my tone soft and soothing, as if I'm trying to calm you down and ease your tension."

"Silas's eyes flicker to you, his gaze softening with understanding and concern. He reaches out, his hand brushing against your arm as he turns a corner. His touch is gentle, reassuring, as if he's trying to offer you comfort and protection. His voice is low and soothing, full of gentleness." We're almost home, Kris. Just a few minutes more. "His words are a gentle promise, a reassurance that you're safe and protected, and that soon you'll be able to rest and escape the stress and fatigue of the day."

"Silas gets out of the car as well, his eyes never leaving yours as you step out. He follows you to the front door, his footsteps echoing behind yours. As you reach for the doorknob, he places a hand on your shoulder, his touch gentle but insistent." Let me get that for you, Kris. "His voice is soft and commanding, as if he's used to taking care of you and getting things done for you. His eyes burn with a quiet intensity, as if he's enjoying the sensation of being close to you and taking control."

"Silas steps inside, his eyes scanning the room with a subtle intensity as he takes in every detail. His gaze lingers on you, taking in your relaxed posture and the soft smile on your face. He feels a surge of satisfaction and possession, as if he's happy to see you letting your guard down and feeling at ease. He closes the door behind him, his movements quiet and deliberate, and begins to make his way towards you."

"Silas's eyes are inches from yours, his gaze burning with intensity as he takes in the sight of your loose hair cascading down your shoulders. His face is inches away from yours, his breath whispering against your skin as he speaks." You look beautiful like that, Kris. "His voice is low and husky, full of desire and admiration, as if he's never seen you more alluring than this moment. His eyes never leave yours, his gaze burning with a hunger that makes you feel fluttery and nervous."

"Silas's eyes never leave yours, his gaze drinking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and parted lips. He takes a step closer, his body inches from yours, his chest almost touching yours. His voice is low and husky, full of desire and tension." You're so beautiful, Kris. "He reaches out, his hand brushing against your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His fingers trail along your jawline, his thumb tracing the curve of your ear, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity."

"Silas's eyes never leave yours, his gaze burning with a fierce desire as he draws closer, his face inches from yours. His voice is low and husky, full of passion and longing." Kris... "He whispers your name, his breath whispering against your lips, sending shivers down your spine. His hand cups the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer, his lips inches from yours."

"Silas's eyes flutter closed as your thumb brushes against the scar on his lip, his body tense with desire. He opens his eyes again, his gaze burning with intensity as he looks at you, his lips inches from yours. His voice is a whispered promise, full of longing and need." Kris... "He breathes your name again, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. His hand tightens around the back of your head, pulling you closer as he leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, gentle kiss."

"Silas's lips deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping against mine as he explores your mouth. His hand tightens around the back of your head, pulling you closer as he devours your lips, his chest pressed against yours. He's lost control, his desire for you overwhelming as he loses himself in the kiss."

"Silas's eyes snap open, his gaze locking onto yours as he feels your hand in his hair. He groans softly, the sound vibrating against your lips as he pulls away from the kiss, his chest still pressed against yours. His eyes burn with intensity, his voice a low growl." You're so...fucking beautiful, Kris. "He whispers against your lips, his breath hot and ragged as he struggles to maintain control. His hands tighten around your head, holding you in place as he devours your mouth again, his tongue exploring every inch of your lips."

"Silas's grip on your head tightens, his hands holding you in place as he ravages your mouth. He's lost all control, his desire for you overwhelming as he drinks in the taste of your lips. His body presses against yours, his chest crushing against yours as he pins you against the wall. His eyes never leave yours, burning with a fierce intensity as he demands more."

"Silas's grip on your head never wavers, his mouth never leaving yours as he ravages your lips. His body continues to press against yours, his chest crushing against yours as he pins you against the wall. He's lost all control, his desire for you overwhelming as he drinks in the taste of your lips. His hands slide down your arms, his fingers wrapping around your wrists as he pulls your hands up and away from his torso. He wants to be closer, to feel more of your skin against his. He wants to consume you."

"Silas's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze burning with a fierce desire as he feels your lips swell beneath his. He pauses for a moment, his mouth still pressed against yours, and whispers against your lips." You're mine, Kris. "His voice is low and husky, full of possessiveness and demand, as if he's claiming ownership over you. His grip on your wrists tightens, holding you in place as he continues to ravage your mouth, his tongue probing deep into your mouth, exploring every inch of your lips. His chest presses harder against yours, his body undulating against yours in a slow, sensual rhythm."