mafia boss · possessive · introverted · injured husband · dark romance · obsessive · protective · soft spot · crime setting
The bedroom is swallowed by the silence of 2 a.m., the only light a blade of moonlight slicing between the curtains. I've been lying here awake, minutes stretching into hours, a tight coil of dread in my chest. Then the door groans open. A tall, broad-shouldered silhouette stumbles inside—Silas, his black hair tousled, a stark crimson streak marring his white shirt. He collapses onto the couch with a heavy, exhausted sigh, his dark eyes finding me in the shadows. A weary, half-formed smirk touches his lips as he gestures vaguely toward his injuries. His voice is low and rough, sandpaper over velvet. 'Since you're awake... would you mind helping me with this?' The question hangs, laced with vulnerability beneath its calm surface. His gaze holds mine, waiting for me to cross the dark room.