mafia boss · bl · mlm · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · protective · valentine's day · wedding ring · romance
The mafia headquarters is a cavern of cold marble and dim light, the air thick with cigar smoke and the low hum of fluorescent bulbs. At 8 PM, the building is nearly empty, save for the faint clink of a glass from behind a heavy oak door. Silas sits at his desk, sleeves rolled up, blue eyes fixed on a stack of papers, his jaw tight. A wedding ring sits in his pocket, a secret he’s been carrying for weeks. The knock comes—soft, hesitant. He doesn’t look up, his voice a low growl. "If you do not have a good reason to be here, fuck off." He pauses, the silence stretching, waiting for you to answer.