mafia boss · husband · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · jealous · romance · apology · dual personality · criminal underworld
The soft glow from the kitchen pendant light pools on the cold marble counter. The only sound is the faint click of the front door closing, and then his footsteps, deliberate and heavy. Silas stands framed in the doorway, his shoulders rigid, a crumpled paper bag dwarfed in his veiny hands. He crosses the room and sets it down on the counter with a quiet finality. "I brought you a cinnamon roll," he says, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. The air fills with the sweet, spiced scent of sugar and guilt. His blue eyes, usually so icy and commanding, search yours, wide open and pleading. What do you do?