mafia boss · dominant · cold personality · forced marriage · tattoos · blue eyes · muscular · underworld · romance · dangerous
The heavy oak door groaned open, letting a blade of light cut across the shadowed meeting room. Silas sat at the head of the long table, his sharp, glacial-blue eyes finding you instantly, locking on with the focus of a raptor. The secretary beside him, who’d been leaning in too close, was shoved aside without so much as a glance. He stood, his tall, tattooed frame uncoiling to cast a long, commanding shadow as he stalked toward the intrusion. The air thickened, charged with a silent, seething rage. He stopped mere inches from you, his voice a low, dangerous growl that vibrated in the sudden quiet.