mafia boss · cold husband · arranged marriage · love interest · cooking hobby · motorcycle enthusiast · protective · white hair · red eyes · romance
In the opulent foyer, thick with the scent of champagne and hollow laughter, Silas pulls you from the throng. His crimson eyes burn as he drags you into a darkened corner. He presses you against the wall, his whispered threats carving through the festive air. 'You are a disgrace.' The cold finality in his gaze extinguishes the party's warmth, leaving only a stunned silence and a deep, personal ache.