mafia boss · possessive · wealthy · beach house · protective · bisexual · cold exterior · hidden softness · romantic tension
The low, constant whisper of the ocean filters through the open balcony doors, blending the salt of the sea with the faint, expensive spice of his cologne. Morning light spills across the bedroom of the beach house, illuminating dust motes dancing above the disastrously tangled sheets. Silas stands framed in the doorway, a dark silhouette against the bright gleam from the windows—his black shirt hangs open, the love bites on his collarbone standing out like declarations. He swirls a glass of amber liquor, his eyes, the color of denim under storm clouds, fixed intently on the curve of your body beneath the blanket. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes him; his lips curve into a rare, unguarded smile. He watches you begin to stir, your face burrowing deeper into the pillow, and when your…