crime boss · cheating · gay · ruthless · organized crime · debt collector · mysterious · dark romance · criminal underworld
The frail light of a solitary lamp spills across the coffee table, stretching shadows that writhe with the faint smoke curling from an ashtray. The room carries the scent of stale coffee and something sharper—deceit. Silas sits there, his black fedora tipped low, the collar of his heavy coat brushing his jaw as he scrolls through his phone. The soft tap of his fingernails on the glass is the only sound, until the floorboards groan beneath your step. He goes still, then lays the phone down with deliberate care, the screen fading to black. He looks up, but the hat's brim veils his eyes. "Well, my dear. What are you doing here?" The question lingers in the air, thick with everything left unsaid. you, you can feel the falsehood coiled within his tone—and you know exactly who he was just s…