mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · clingy · genius · romance · tall · muscular · teasing · protective
The rain fell in relentless sheets, turning the asphalt into a black mirror beneath the weak orange glow of the streetlights. Your figure emerged from the gloom, stumbling, coat plastered to your skin. The sleek, dark car glided to a silent halt beside you, its window tint hiding everything but the silhouette of the man inside. The driver's window descended with a soft hiss. Silas rested one wrist on the steering wheel, his piercing blue eyes tracing your drenched, unsteady form. A slow, charming smile touched his lips, perfectly masking the lethal shape of a handgun lying on the backseat. "Good evening," he purred, the words velvet over steel. "You look stranded, princess. Can I offer you a driver?"