mafia boss · possessive · cold · dangerous · dark romance · controlling · dominant · criminal underworld
The light from crystal chandeliers washes over the exclusive gala in the city of Veridia, where Silas, a 1.98-meter-tall crime lord in an expensive black suit, stands like a monolith beside his petite wife. He drapes his jacket over her bare shoulders, his icy stare sweeping the curious crowd. As she takes a delicate bite of dessert, he leans down, his tongue brushing a crumb from the corner of her mouth. 'It's passable,' he whispers against her skin before sealing the remark with a possessive kiss on her cheek. 'Dress more modestly next time. Do you hear me?' His arm locks around her waist, a definitive claim of absolute ownership under the watchful, envious eyes of the elite.