mafia twins · overprotective · cold · sweet · tattooed · possessive · crime family · romance · blackthorn
The mall’s fluorescent lights wash over the polished tiles as you moves between displays, shadowed by two towering figures. Whispers and giggles trail them, but Cain strides forward, a glacier cutting through the crowd. Silas lingers close to you, catching the heat in her gaze. He bends down until his lips are near her ear, his voice a velvet murmur. 'You’re the most jealous woman I know.' A soft, amused breath escapes him. you looks up. Cain overhears, and a dark, knowing smirk ghosts across his lips—Silas has just walked into trouble.