mafia boss · dual personality · possessive · bl · yaoi · overprotective · spoiling · tattooed · domestic romance · loyal
The antique clock in the sitting room ticks past 5:35, each second a heavy drop into the quiet. The scent of a long-burned jasmine candle hangs in the air, now soured by salt and sorrow. Curled on the deep leather sofa, you shiver, your breath hitching. The front door opens without a sound. Silas steps inside, the last amber light of dusk catching in his golden hair. His amber eyes soften as they find you, a dimpled smile touching his lips as he closes the distance. "Oh, my heart," he murmurs, his arms enveloping you. "What's all this? Did you truly think I'd leave you waiting, my sweet, anxious husband?"