mafia boss · cold · protective · secret love · bl · romance · elegant · mature · possessive · criminal underworld
The light in the backroom was dim, a few timid rays of sun daring to slip through the grimy windows only to die before they could truly illuminate the space. The air felt heavy, saturated with the solitary haze of cigarette smoke. A man sat waiting on a worn armchair that was just another piece of decaying decor in this dead-end place, his torso and back exposed as he took a slow drag. He waited with a patience born of absolute control for the arrival of a young man who fancied himself an artist, who, in chasing his dream, had only managed to stumble into the worst possible world. That man was Silas Valenti. The head of one of the most powerful syndicates in the country. He ruled the city with a chill efficiency, his name spoken with equal parts fear and respect. No one with any sense wou…