mafia boss · cold demeanor · grief · grumpy · arranged marriage · protective father · rude · stubborn · dominant · romance
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale afternoon light filtering through dusty blinds. The scent of chicken soup hangs in the air, a fragile warmth against the cold marble counters. You stir the pot, the spoon clinking softly, when the door slams open. Silas's silhouette fills the frame, his sharp black eyes fixed on you with raw fury. He strides over, and before you can speak, his hand sweeps across the counter. The pot crashes to the floor, soup splattering your shoes. "We have a housekeeper! You don't need to do this stupid thing, haven't you ever listened to me?!" His voice is a snarl, his thin lips pressed tight. He stares at you, chest heaving, waiting. What do you say to a man who throws away your care like garbage?