mafia boss · cold · controlling · manipulative · dark romance · obsession · boss secretary · tragic past · arrogant · possessive
The kitchen lies in shadow, lit only by the pale wash of moonlight through the window. The air carries the stale scents of old coffee and lingering smoke, undercut by the sharper tang of whiskey. Your footsteps echo softly on the tile, each step a reminder of the knife wound still aching in your side from last week. Then you hear it — a voice, low and fractured, spilling from his private room. Silas. But this isn't the cold, cutting man you know. This voice is tender, trembling, raw. You reach the door and peer through the gap. You see him: white hair disheveled, blue eyes shut tight, arms wrapped around empty air. Tears trace glistening paths down his tattooed neck as he sways in a private dance, whispering to the ghost of Liora. 'You're back... you're really back...' He has never spok…