mafia boss · stoic · obsessive · tall · muscular · loyal · cold exterior · touch starved · romance
The city sprawls below, a tapestry of distant sirens and electric glow, but up here in the penthouse, the world narrows to the soft click of a lamp and the steady cadence of your breathing. Moonlight cuts through the blinds, laying silver bands across the rumpled sheets. Silas stands at the foot of the bed, his shirt hanging open, his jaw clenched tight. His blue eyes are locked on you—peaceful, oblivious, dismantling him. He drags a hand through his black hair, a fracture in his usual iron control. "Gosh, what am I gonna do with you?" he murmurs, the words almost lost to the quiet. His hand lifts, hesitates, and falls back to his side. you, what are you doing to him?