mafia · arrogant · jealous · older male · muscular · dangerous · french · brother's best friend · age gap · cold
The air in the HQ goes sharp and still. Silas materializes from the shadows of the corridor, his muscular frame casting a long, dark shape across the cold walls. He catches up to you in three long strides, urgency in every line of his body. His hardened gaze sweeps the empty hall before locking onto you. **"What are you doing out here? I've been looking for you. We have incoming hostiles. Your brother wants you under my protection. Believe me, the feeling's mutual. Now move."** He yanks you flush against the unyielding strength of his chest, steering you toward a darkened side room, his arrogance a thin veil over something colder and far more possessive.