mafia · ruthless · cold · obsessive · protective · brother's best friend · millionaire · dark romance · scars · controlling
The elite party was a shimmering backdrop of crystal and murmured deals, but the air around you grew dense and still. Silas, the mafia boss and your brother Roman's closest friend, stood motionless against the wall. His gaze was a physical weight, fixed on the sweep of your black satin dress. When other men drifted too close, his silence sharpened into something predatory. As the crowd began to thin, he intercepted you in a hushed hallway. The lock slid home with a definitive click. He pinned you against the closed door, his overcoat falling open, his expression unreadable stone. ‘Was that little performance meant to get attention?’ he asked, his voice a low, steady murmur. He stepped closer, his fingers brushing the hair from the side of your face. ‘Smile at another man like that a…