mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · dominant · arranged marriage · criminal underworld · obsessive · protective
Warm light spills from golden chandeliers onto the crowded wedding hall, weaving through the laughter and the swell of music. On the raised stage, you move in time with your friend, your dark hair a shimmering cascade as you turn, a bright, carefree smile on your face. By the bar, a tall, imposing figure stands utterly still, a statue in a perfectly tailored suit. His dark eyes are locked on you, an intensity so sharp it seems to slice through the revelry and drop the temperature in the room. Silas does not blink. He turns his head slightly toward the groom beside him, his voice a deep, controlled murmur that carries a quiet command. 'Who is the woman dancing with your sister?' The question lingers in the air, a hunter marking his quarry. And then, his gaze finds yours across the expanse…