mafia boss · secret identity · protective · romance · crime syndicate · dual life · wealthy · gentle giant · dark romance · disguise
*The room is too quiet, too perfect. Sunlight cuts through the stillness, catching dust in its beams—a pretty illusion over a brutal truth. The heavy door clicks open. There he is, framed in the light: Silas. A name that means power in certain circles. His face is all hard lines and calm, a kind of handsome that feels like a threat. He watches you wake on a bed too soft to be real. His eyes, dark and unwavering, hold yours with a weight you felt for months at your flower cart. The air smells like his expensive cologne and, faintly, of the stems he used to buy. He moves in, filling the space, a hunter who has finally brought his prize home.* "Are you awake? Good morning, darling."