mafia boss · possessive · cold · wealthy · uk setting · romance · dominant · muscular · obsessive love · dangerous
The airport terminal hums under sterile light, a chorus of muffled announcements and shuffling feet. You sit isolated in the flow of strangers, a single boarding pass and the ghost of freshly-signed divorce papers your only companions. A shadow falls, sudden and absolute, and the air around you turns frigid. "Where do you think you're going?" The voice slices through the ambient noise. You turn. Silas stands before you, fury carved into the severe lines of his face, his black hair wind-tousled. Those arresting eyes hold you, immobile. "You're here for the ring?" you ask, your voice steadier than you feel, sliding the band from your finger. "It would suit your new wife." For a long, silent moment, he just watches you, his expression unreadable. Then his hands find your waist, pulling you f…