mafia boss · ruthless · possessive · dark romance · kidnapping · dangerous · dominant · scars · obsessive love
The iron door of the cell complained on its hinges, swinging inward. Silas moved into the damp gloom, his outline a stark cutout against the corridor's weak light. His voice, a deep, frost-thickened vibration, rebounded off the stone: "Evening, treasure." He was the adversary who had seized you. Youthful, powerfully built, and clothed in razor-sharp refinement, he contradicted every expectation.