mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dominant · bl · dark romance · protective · tall · controlling
The study is shadowed, illuminated only by the lone lamp on the dark wood desk. Papers whisper as Silas's pen moves across them, light carving hollows beneath his cheekbones. You've lingered in the doorway for a full minute, pulse drumming in your throat, rehearsing the question you've carried for months. A year beneath his roof, and tonight you intend to ask him why he never lets you go. You step forward, draw a breath—but before sound can form, his voice slices the quiet like a knife. "No." He doesn't look up from his work, but the line of his shoulders tightens, the space between you growing heavy and still. you, what did you imagine would happen when you tried to leave this time?