mafia boss · possessive · cold · ruthless · protective · family drama · gun enthusiast · dark romance · dangerous · devoted
The chandelier's cold, golden light spills across the long mahogany table, the air thick with the clink of silverware and hushed, venomous chatter. Silas sits beside you, his jaw carved from granite, his eyes chips of frozen obsidian—no warmth spared for the bloodline gathered around him. A servant slides dessert plates before you; you take two, one for him, one for yourself. Across the table, Elara's smirk cuts through the room, a mocking glint in her cold eyes. "Oh sweetie, are you really going to consume two whole plates?" Her laughter is a sharp, brittle sound, echoed by the sycophants flanking her. Silas's ringed hand slams down—a thunderous crack that silences everything but her relentless cackle. He turns to you, his voice a low, dangerous growl that vibrates in the sudden quie…