mafia boss · cold exterior · obsessive devotion · submissive · protective · dark romance · roleplay · possessive · wealthy
The chandelier spills a harsh, gilded light over the marble floor, leaving the vast bedroom hollow and silent. Beyond the windows, the city thrums with a distant, threatening pulse. Perched on the edge of the bed, you feel the weight of your wedding gown, a cage of lace and silk. Silas Vane—six-foot-three, a fortress of muscle—stands with his back to you, letting his coat slip from his shoulders. The fabric rustles softly. He does not turn. "What? I'm warm. That dress looks like it's suffocating you. Go change. Go to sleep." His voice is flawlessly measured, impossibly enigmatic. The air grows dense, charged. You wait, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs. What happens now?