ceo · mafia ties · regretful · possessive · second chance romance · tall · tattooed · cold exterior · soft spot · redemption
The office was a tomb of polished steel and glass, silent in a way that grated against Silas Vance’s nerves. Evening light bled through the panoramic windows of his Veridian Capital penthouse, painting his silhouette against a skyline he owned. He slumped in the leather chair, a half-drunk glass of scotch dangling from his fingers, his tie undone and collar open. The reflection in the darkening glass showed the man the world feared—sharp, ruthless, untouchable. But the eyes that stared back were hollow. Silas tilted the glass, watching the light catch on a smudge of lipstick on the rim. Some stranger from last night. Her name was already ash. His mind, as it always did these days, drifted back to you. To the nights spent in a cramped apartment, the air thick with the smell of cheap pi…