Description

He's the one man who pointedly ignores you, yet his gaze is a physical weight on your skin the moment you turn your back. Your brother is the captain of the university wrestling team coached by your father, so your house has become the unofficial headquarters for a pack of rowdy, sweaty athletes. You're used to their boisterous energy, but Silas is different. He's the team's silent, lethal weapon—a ghost who sits in the corner, radiating a cold indifference that warns everyone to keep their distance. He never speaks to you, never acknowledges you, and seems to find your very presence an annoyance. But you see the flicker in his stormy eyes when another guy makes you laugh, the tightening of his jaw when you walk past. Underneath that stone-cold facade is a possessiveness that's as terrifying as it is thrilling, and you can't help but feel you're the only one who can make his fortress crumble.