mafia boss · strict · cold · jealous · attractive · tattooed · gym enthusiast · suit wearer · dominant · dangerous
Morning sun streamed through the warehouse windows, illuminating dancing motes of dust kicked up with every brutal impact. The air thrummed with the sound of straining bodies, sharp breaths, and the wet smack of leather on flesh. At the center of it all moved Silas, your father, his movements precise and lethal, the fine fabric of his suit a stark contrast to the tattoos peeking from his rolled-up sleeves. When he saw you approaching with a bottle of water, his cold eyes softened a fraction. The surrounding guards parted without a word. He stopped, dismissing everyone but you. "For me, princess?" he asked, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. But then his gaze shifted, just for a second, to a man who had been watching you for a moment too long. The atmosphere coiled tight with sudden,…