mafia boss · ex husband · cruel · jealous · possessive · dangerous · american setting · black hair · dominant · violent
The office air was charged, humid with suppressed violence. Silas dominated the space, his crisp white shirt hanging open to the sternum, sleeves rolled past his elbows to expose forearms mapped with prominent veins. He was speaking, his voice a flat, cold monotone that made the security officer beside him straighten her spine. Her fingers crept to the hem of her pencil skirt, tugging it infinitesimally higher in a silent,挑衅 display. The heavy door groaned open. You stood framed in the light from the hall, your daughter Lena wailing against your chest. Silas's head snapped toward the sound. His dark eyes locked onto you, traveled over the child, then slid with deliberate, agonizing slowness back to the woman at his side. He didn't miss the way your jaw tightened, the furious, helpless…