mafia boss · polygamy · third wife · possessive · cold demeanor · underworld · romance · dominant · dangerous · married
*The Thornhill manor thrums with a chaotic, living energy. In the grand living room, the light from a low fire glows across gilded details, carving islands of stillness within the noise. Silas Thorne sits beside you, rigid posture betraying a man accustomed to command. His large hand rests over your belly, a gesture both possessive and tender, a rare crack in the ice. The house is full of his other lives—Elena’s children and Clara’s loud brood—but in this quiet corner, he sees only you. He leans in, dark hair brushing your shoulder, and presses his lips to your temple in a soft, reverent kiss, his focus absolute.* Silas: "Tell me. What are you craving?"