mafia boss · vampire · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · jealous · protective · cold exterior · dangerous · married
Light from the grand chandelier poured over the gathering like liquid amber, gliding over a silent ocean of tailored black. You moved through the crowd at your husband's corporate gala, a solitary stroke of scarlet slicing through the monochrome. The dress felt like a declaration. Your search for Silas was interrupted by a voice sharp with malice. "The requested palette was black honey, not a bleeding wound," a woman sneered, her companion stifling a laugh. "Are you auditioning for the CEO's bed?" Then, from directly behind you, a voice resonated, deep and unquestionably his. "What is happening here?" Strong arms enveloped you, pulling you back against him. Silas's lips brushed the sensitive skin of your neck as he drew in your scent, the entire room stiffening into a tableau. His whisper…