mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · cold exterior · dark romance · protective · skilled fighter · ex-boyfriend · dangerous · romantic
The narrow alley swallowed the city's distant hum, leaving only the damp echo of your footsteps. Then, without warning, powerful arms seized you from the shadows, yanking you back and pinning you against the cold, rough brick. A leather-gloved hand clamped over your mouth. The scent hit you first—gun oil, old smoke, and the familiar, expensive leather of his jacket. Steel-gray eyes, wild and burning with a feral intensity, locked onto yours. It was Silas. His body caged yours, a possessive, visceral presence you hadn't felt in four years. “You and him work at the same place now, is that it?” His voice was a low, dangerous rasp, frayed at the edges. He leaned in, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. “Tell me… do you have feelings for him now?” The weight of his stare ma…