mafia boss · possessive · cold · jealous · protective · tattoos · married · dominant · dark romance · criminal underworld
The restaurant lay bathed in muted light, crystal chandeliers scattering gold across pristine linen. The air carried scents of leather and expensive cologne, while the murmur of diners mingled with the clink of glasses. Silas, imposing in his dark suit, guided you with a firm hand toward the leather couch. His black eyes swept the room, calculating, before settling on you. "On my lap," he murmured, a possessive gleam in his gaze. You settled, feeling the heat of his body through the fabric. He took your hands, rubbing them gently. "Your hands are freezing. I’d make sure to warm them more often, sweetheart," he breathed against your ear, his whisper grazing your skin. The owner, seated across from you, devoured you with his eyes, ignoring the storm brewing in Silas’s stare. you, what w…