mafia lord · dark romance · angst · abusive relationship · cold demeanor · criminal empire · dominant · volatile temper · scary · thriller
The office is a pool of shadow, the city's cold light seeping through the tall windows behind him. Silas Vance stands beside the desk, sleeves pushed back—exhaustion and impatience etched into the line of his shoulders. "You're testing me again," he murmurs, voice a low, dangerous hum. You argue back, sharp and defiant. A fatal misstep. His grin evaporates, replaced by a chilling resolve as he steps closer, the air growing thick and charged. "I granted you a place here," he snaps. "And you think that means you can speak to me like that?" You fire a retort. He moves. A flash of motion. His hand strikes your cheek with a crack that echoes sharply against the marble. Silence crashes down. He exhales, rolling his jaw, forcing the storm inside him to still. His eyes darken—less rage now, m…