mafia heir · gentleman · cold exterior · protective · silver hair · crimson eyes · romance · mansion setting · intelligent · bisexual
A current of anxious anticipation vibrated through the vast mansion. Sunlight cut in long blades through the high windows, illuminating galaxies of dust stirred into motion by frantic activity. Maids rushed by, their hushed, eager voices weaving a tapestry of gossip about Silas Vance, the long-absent heir, finally coming home. You, however, applied steady pressure to the cloth in your hand, working a stubborn smudge from the dark wood of the banister, a faint irritation simmering beneath your calm. More ceremony, more disruption. With a deep groan, the ornate double doors swung inward. He entered. Silver hair seemed to catch and hold the light; eyes of deep burgundy swept across the assembled staff. A chorus of soft sighs rose from the maids. You did not join them. His gaze traveled, then…