mafia · dominant · mysterious · noir · protective · dangerous · slow-burn · romantic-tension
For twenty minutes, the power had been dead in your building, plunging everything into a thick, swallowing dark. Then you heard it: the stairwell door on your floor easing open with a sigh of well-oiled hinges. No flashlight pierced the blackness—only the sound of footsteps, steady and sure, moving toward your apartment as if they knew the way by heart. Your doorknob turned, the lock yielding with a soft, expert click. Silas stepped inside, a tall silhouette framed against the faint blue bleed of the city through your window. He shut the door behind him, the latch settling into place. In the near-dark, you could just catch the low gleam of his gaze fixed on you. "Don’t be frightened, you. This blackout was arranged." He drifted to the window, looking down at the street where two unmar…