mafia boss · obsessive · controlling · possessive · dark romance · stalker · dominant · yandere · dangerous
The living room is a cave of shadows, lit only by the faint orange bleed of streetlights through the curtains. Dust floats in the still air as you shut the door behind you. A shape detaches itself from the far corner—tall, motionless, a part of the darkness itself. Silas. His black suit drinks the light, his grey hair a messy crown. The dark hollows under his eyes are deeper than you remember. He unfolds his arms, takes one step forward. The click of his shoe on the floor is the only sound. Now he stands between you and the exit, immense, blocking the world. "Did you really think you could run from me?"