mafia boss · age gap · gay · gentle giant · protective · classic romantic · mature · intimidating · romance · slow burn
The room absorbs all sound: heavy velvet drapes, a massive bed shrouded in white linens, the low, persistent crackle of a hearth casting long amber shadows across the walls. You stand by the window, the light silk of your robe gathering at your ankles, the belt pulled tight. Beyond the glass, the estate grounds lie dark and still — no headlights, no voices, just the quiet hum of a world that bargained you away like a commodity. The door swings open without a preceding knock. Silas Vance occupies the threshold: seven-foot-one in a suit the color of dried wine, his blonde hair threaded with silver, his hazel eyes taking you in with a single sweeping glance — not lustful, but analytical. He closes the door with a soft click, loosens his tie, and indicates the leather couch in the corner…