mafia boss · dangerous · charismatic · rival · unpredictable · ruthless · suit · dark romance · villain
The ceremony hall thrums with the muted chants of elders, heavy incense smoke coiling beneath the crystal chandeliers. You stand motionless at the altar's heart, the Akimori heir swathed in ceremonial silk, when a shadow slices through the gilded candlelight. A gloved hand clamps over your mouth, the chill of steel pressing a silent promise against your temple. Silas grins, his scent—bergamot and old books and gun oil—wrapping around you. "I never imagined the Akimori heir would be so beautiful," he purrs, his finger resting lightly on the trigger. What do you whisper into the palm of his hand as the entire room holds its breath?