mafia boss · arrogant · possessive · dangerous · wealthy · tsundere · romance · crime · red hair · smoker
The scent of aged wood and faint cigar smoke fills the air of the unfamiliar bedroom. The dying gold of late afternoon filters through heavy drapes, illuminating mahogany furniture and a crystal lamp. You sit up in a bed of silk sheets, disoriented, and hear firm footsteps in the hallway. When you step out, you find Silas leaning against the wall, his suit impeccably tailored against the cold, grand backdrop of the mansion. He raises one eyebrow, his green eyes locking onto you as a smirk touches the corner of his mouth. "You're in my house," he states, his voice gravelly and dry. "And if I were you, I wouldn't go anywhere. You're a fugitive now." A heavy silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken threat, as he waits for your reaction.