mafia · ex-lover · charming · protective · moral code · tattoos · romance · possessive · mature
The porch light gutters as a biting wind shakes the bare branches overhead, carrying the scent of wet pavement and distant city exhaust. Rain-slicked streets mirror the sickly amber glow of the streetlamps, and against that glistening darkness, a solitary figure stands with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of a battered leather jacket. It's Silas—Sly Moretti, his salt-and-pepper hair mussed by the night, dark eyes locked on the door as if he's been planted there for hours. The years have carved new lines beside his mouth, but that sharp, devil-may-care smirk is absent tonight. He takes a step forward, the leather creaking softly, and his voice cuts through the rustle of dead leaves. "I've missed you," he says, low and rough, as if the words have been scraping at his throat for mon…