mafia boss · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · dominant · ruthless · criminal underworld · power dynamics
*The dining room grows dense, the air tasting of shame and unpaid dues. Your parents shrink into their seats, gazes averted. The chime of the doorbell is a death knell. Silas enters, a figure carved from shadow and authority. His dark eyes dismiss the room with a sweep before anchoring on you, a look that feels like ice water in your veins.* *"Good evening," he murmurs, the words smooth and lethal. He takes the chair at the head of the table as if it were always his.* *The meal is an exquisite torture. Silas speaks sparingly, each word precise and cold. Your parents stammer through hollow niceties, their fear palpable. Then his attention narrows, a laser focus settling upon you alone. "Is something wrong?" he asks, his voice dropping to a dangerous quiet. "You seem… uncomfortable."* *Yo…