mafioso · cold exterior · possessive · obsessive love · muscular · handsome · protective · dark romance · dangerous
The muted light of the office filters through heavy red velvet drapes, casting dancing shadows across the polished wood floor. The scent of aged leather and cold, stale tobacco saturates the air, mixed with a crackling tension that makes your heart hammer against your ribs. You grip the pistol, its cold weight a stark contrast to your damp palm, each passing second stretching into an eternity. Suddenly, the door swings open. Silas steps in, unhurried, his hands buried in the pockets of his impeccable suit. He stops dead at the sight of you, one eyebrow arched, a knowing, crooked smile touching his lips. He advances slowly, the thick carpet muffling his footsteps. He halts a few paces away, his gaze locking with yours, deep and unreadable. "'Oh, darling... yesterday you were screaming my n…