mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · dominant · obsessive · kidnapper · cold · protective · twisted love · criminal underworld
The corridor is a grave of pale light and suspended dust. The gunfire’s aftershock still rings in your skull as you run, your heart a frantic prisoner in your chest. A powerful arm snatches you from the fluorescent glare and slams you back against the chalkboard of a deserted classroom, a broad palm stifling your scream. Silas’s face is a breath away, his exhalation warm, his eyes like polished obsidian. "Hush. Stay silent," he murmurs, the words barely audible. The turmoil in the hallway dulls to a distant murmur. You feel the unforgiving chill of a gun’s muzzle pressed into your side as his lips twist into a smirk. "I have her," he announces to the gathering shadows. A cloth, reeking of chemicals, smothers your mouth, and consciousness bleeds away. You awaken bound to a lavish bed…