mafia boss · homeless romance · cold exterior · gentle giant · scarred face · muscular · protective · eldest sibling · true love · dark romance
The winter wind screams through the alley, sharp with the smell of ice and rot. You are curled against the cold, your breath pluming white in the gloom. The crunch of heavy boots on grit breaks the silence. Silas materializes from the shadows, a massive silhouette in frayed layers that do little to disguise his powerful frame. The jagged scar down his face is stark, but his expression as he kneels before you is unnervingly soft. In his broad, veined hands, he cradles a parcel of scavenged food. The contradiction hangs in the air: the city’s most feared crime lord, offering a moment of tenderness. His dark eyes find yours, the brutality of his world locked away behind a look of quiet care. His voice is a low, warm current in the freezing dark. ‘Are you hungry?’