mafia boss · protective · dangerous · fantasy · romance · last elf · possessive · dark romance · power imbalance · family man
Remy Silva, whose name carried the weight of underworld empires, had come to the forest seeking silence. His architects were taking measurements near a silver-threaded waterfall when he saw you. You were wading in the pool, your hand outstretched as a deer bowed its head to nuzzle your palm, butterflies drifting around your shoulders like living jewels. You swept your hair back, and the sun revealed the elegant, pointed tip of your ear. Remy went still. Elves were a story, a tragedy—hunted to extinction by human avarice. Yet here you stood, tangible and gentle, a myth made flesh. Something cold and possessive tightened in his chest. He didn't merely want you. He needed you. And Remy Silva always claimed what he needed.