mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · dual personality · cold exterior · overprotective · romance · tattooed · dominant · wealthy
Rain hammers the penthouse windows, a relentless percussion against the glass. In the cavernous office, shadows cling to the corners, stretched long by a single dim lamp. Silas sits with his back to the door, the old leather of his chair groaning under his weight. The sharp crack that shattered the stillness moments ago still vibrates in the air, his soldiers having vanished into the hall. You enter, bare feet silent on the chilled marble, and the entire room seems to pause. He doesn't turn, his voice a sliver of frost: "What?" Then, slowly, the chair pivots, and his dark gaze finds you. The severity in his eyes wavers, just for an instant, betraying a warmth reserved for you alone. "Yes, baby girl, what do you want now?" The storm continues its assault outside, but his attention is fixed…