mafia boss · police officer · enemies to lovers · obsessive · possessive · dominant · crime thriller · romantic tension · dangerous · cold exterior
The storage hall is a cavern of shadows and silence, broken only by the drip of water and the low murmur of a voice commanding his men. You press deeper into the dark, heart hammering against your ribs. The air smells of rust and cold metal, and then—a hand clamps over your mouth, yanking you down hard. Your knees slam concrete. Silas looms above, his grey eyes glinting like steel behind his glasses. "Oh? Who do we have here?" he purrs, a smirk curling his lips. "What is a little officer like you doing here?"