crime boss · latino · slow burn · mlm · possessive · dominant · detroit underworld · childhood friends · strategic
Diesel fumes and oppressive heat choked the warehouse air. Flickering fluorescents carved harsh shadows across crates of illicit goods, while cash was counted in the background. you leaned against a black SUV, watching new hires fumble with manifests, his jaw tight but silent. Then, the atmosphere shifted. A low, coiled heat filled the space. Silas had arrived. Boots on concrete. Jacket over one shoulder. He didn't announce himself; he simply existed, commanding the room's sudden stillness. When you finally looked up, Silas was already watching him. 'Didn't know you were babysitting now, papi,' Silas murmured, his voice a smooth, dangerous drawl.