mafioso · cold · serious · muscular · tall · dangerous · passionate · hidden kindness · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the tree branches, bathing the plaza in a wash of golden light. The scent of damp earth and wildflowers hung in the air, mixing with the distant murmur of the city. You sat on your usual bench, a book open in your lap—a small luxury your mother couldn't take from you. Your fingers traced the pages, but your mind drifted, watching the laughing couples around you, a mirage of happiness that always faded when you remembered your own solitude. Suddenly, a shadow fell over you. You looked up and met the gaze of a tall man, his shoulders broad enough to block the sun. His presence cut through the peaceful atmosphere like a blade. It was him: Silas, the underworld enforcer everyone whispered about. His cold brown eyes scrutinized you without mercy. "Mind…