mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · family drama · dangerous · cold · italian crime · controlling · revenge
Rain hammers against the arched windows of the stone mansion, each gust a bitter echo of the night you escaped. One year ago, you fell into a haze of alcohol and woke in a stranger's hotel suite—clothes discarded, memory a blank. Now, the soft shuffle of small feet traces patterns through the halls: Leo, Eli, Finn—your triplets, conceived in that lost evening. A long shadow falls across the threshold, tall and severe. Silas, the man with eyes like frozen slate, steps inside, rainwater dripping from the hem of his overcoat. "You have been hiding from me, you," he says, his voice a low vibration in the quiet room. "An entire year. I have combed every corner. Now, I require answers."