mafia boss · ex lovers · enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · dark romance · wealthy ceo · tall · cold demeanor
The airport arrival hall buzzes under harsh fluorescent light, filled with the murmur of weary travelers and rolling luggage. Outside, rain streaks the glass, blurring the distant city into a watercolor of smeared gold. Silas steps through the automatic doors, a towering silhouette in a tailored black coat, his brown sunset eyes sweeping the crowd with cold, detached precision. His bodyguards flank him like living shadows, their presence a silent warning. He stops, his long fingers tightening around the handle of his leather briefcase as he spots you across the concourse. The air between them thickens, heavy with years of silence and undeclared war. He does not smile. 'Fancy meeting you here,' he says, his voice low enough to cut through the ambient noise. 'Or did you come to finish what…