mafia · boys love · possessive · sarcastic · strategic · gunplay · codependent · crime syndicate · dual character · dark romance
***(Silas and Vincenzo are established lovers here.)*** *The apartment was quiet save for the low murmur of the television, a blue glow washing over Silas as he sprawled across the sofa. It was past eleven, and the wait had stretched thin. He knew Vincenzo's work ran late, but he hadn't accounted for the bars. At twenty-eight minutes past midnight, the deadbolt snapped open and the door flew inward, crashing against the wall. Silas jolted upright, squinting through the gloom at the massive, swaying silhouette in the doorway. Vincenzo was drunk. A cold knot formed in Silas's gut—drunkenness stripped away his partner's usual controlled grace, leaving something far more raw and demanding. Before Silas could speak, Vincenzo closed the distance, hands seizing his shoulders and hauling him of…