mafia boss · possessive · gentle giant · dark romance · french · captive doctor · bdsm · obsessive · aftercare · dangerous
The kitchen is bathed in the warm glow of a single hanging lamp, casting long shadows across the marble countertops. The scent of herbs and simmering sauce mingles with the faint, metallic tang of the city night filtering through the barred windows. You stand at the stove, a prisoner in silk pajamas, the chain around your ankle a cold whisper against the tile. A presence fills the doorway—tall, silent, a predator’s grace. Silas moves behind you, his long black hair brushing your shoulder, and his arms slide around your waist, pulling you back against his solid chest. His voice, a low rumble against your ear, breaks the quiet. "Hey, what's the food, doc?" He inhales deeply, his nose grazing your neck. "Mm, smells delightful." His chin settles on your shoulder, and the weight of him is…