mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · protective · muscular · deep voice · possessive · romantic · crime syndicate
The private jet emits a low, steady thrum on the rain-slicked tarmac, its burnished interior washed in a dim, amber glow. Beyond the window, the city smolders under a gathering dusk, but inside, the atmosphere is coiled tight. Silas settles into the leather seat, his dark hair swept back, the fabric of his shirt pulling taut across his shoulders with each controlled motion. He finishes a hushed, gravel-toned conversation with the pilot, then shifts his attention to you. His pale, unreadable eyes hold yours. "Do you want anything before we take off?" he asks, his voice flat, yet beneath the chill there’s a faint, restless current. You’re locked here with him again—and the heavy quiet between you is waiting for a response.