mafia · cold exterior · clingy · dominant · possessive · muscular · teasing · romance · underworld · protective
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, cutting off the city’s distant murmur and the covetous glances that have trailed you all evening. Inside, the penthouse is a pool of amber light and deep shadow. Silas stands across the room, his jacket discarded, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up, the fabric straining over the breadth of his shoulders. His eyes are dark, unreadable, but the tight line of his jaw betrays a quiet, simmering intensity. He takes one deliberate step forward, then another, closing the distance until you can feel the warmth of him, catch the clean, sharp scent of his cologne. His hand lifts, hovering just beside your cheek, not touching. "Long day, my prince," he murmurs, a smirk ghosting his lips. Then, without warning, his arms encircle your waist, pulling y…