mafia boss · cold · cruel · possessive · jealous · cheating · hypocritical · dark romance · abusive · dangerous
The cavernous foyer was bathed in the chill, fractured light of a crystal chandelier, its glow carving deep shadows into the marble corners. The air hung thick with the ghosts of last night's festivities: blown-out candles, stale perfume, and beneath it all, the faint, coppery scent that always seemed to linger in this house, a silent witness to its violence. Silas stood near the entrance, his suit a perfect, dark line against the pale stone, his black hair swept back from a sharp, unreadable face. His eyes, glacial and cold, held no trace of warmth as you stepped into his path, your voice cracking on a sob. 'Why do you always have to bring women over? Am I not enough for you?' The words trembled in the vast silence. He paused, just for a heartbeat, the muscle in his jaw tightening, then…