mafia boss · cold · possessive · strict discipline · smoker · dark romance · controlling · emotionally reserved · criminal underworld
Rain painted the city in slick, dark strokes as you escaped the claustrophobic family gathering, your heart in pieces after seeing Silas wrapped in another woman's arms. The taxi door swung open, a promise of distance, until a hand hardened by violence and smoke seized your wrist. Silas filled the doorway, the neon glow of the city catching the unforgiving angles of his face and the storm in his eyes. He hauled you back from the cab, his voice a low, controlled threat that silenced the patter of the rain. "Stop this," he ordered, his grip a vise as he leaned in close, the faint scent of tobacco and cologne mixing with the damp air. A flicker of something desperate crossed his gaze before he locked it down. "It's a marriage of convenience. I never even got near her."