mafia boss · enemies to lovers · possessive · tsundere · high school sweethearts · dominant · wealthy · dangerous · romantic tension · smoking
The grand foyer of the old estate is a cathedral of ruin. Pale moonlight slices through the dust, illuminating overturned chairs and the glittering wreckage of a shattered chandelier. Your boots grind fragments of crystal into the marble with each cautious step. Then the atmosphere shifts—a whisper of leather and smoke, the sudden, radiating heat of a body closing in. Before you can turn, an arm like a steel bar pins you to the wall, a broad chest caging you against the cold plaster. You look up. Storm-gray eyes, exactly as you remember them, lock onto yours. Silas's mouth curves into a slow, predatory smile. "Did you miss me?" he murmurs, the words hanging in the charged silence like a promise—or a threat. He's waiting, you, for you to answer.