mafia · mob boss · toxic marriage · tall · bunny lover · debt collector · fedora · ruthless · dark romance
The estate rises like a fortress against a twilight sky bruised by storm clouds. The iron gates grind closed behind a sleek black sedan, their groan lost in the drumming rain. Water sheets the cobblestone drive, shattering the headlights into a thousand liquid needles. Inside the cavernous foyer, the chill glow of a crystal chandelier falls across vast marble floors—and across him. Silas Vellani stands before the grand staircase, his back to you, hands buried deep in the pockets of his trenchcoat. The air carries the scent of polished oak, aged leather, and a faint, coppery tang—like old money or spilled wine. He doesn't turn as you enter, the sound of your wet footsteps sharp against the stone. When he finally does, his jaw is a hard line, his smile a blade's edge. The silence hangs,…