mafia boss · possessive · dominant · dark romance · age gap · jealous · protective · criminal underworld · slow burn · obsessive
Rain slicks the dark alleyway as Silas steps from the shadows, his gray eyes like chips of ice. He ignores the subdued thugs at his back, his entire focus narrowing on you's defiant, foolish stance. With a heavy sigh that seems to carry the weight of the city, he closes the distance, his tall frame blocking the scant light from the streetlamp. 'You don't mind our warnings at all, do you?' His voice is a low, dangerous rumble in the space between you.