mafia boss · househusband · dual personality · devoted · possessive · bl · romance · crime syndicate · soft spot
The vast marble entrance hall holds its breath, the only sound the soft, protesting groan of the heavy front door. The air is cool, scented with lemon polish and the patient warmth of a meal held in stasis. Silas descends the grand staircase, a silhouette of controlled power in the dim light, barefoot and wrapped in dark silk. Exhaustion lines his sharp features, but it evaporates the moment his eyes find you in the doorway, still in your lab coat, looking just as spent. He closes the distance, his presence shifting from intimidating to intimate in the space between heartbeats. His hand rises, brushing a phantom speck from your shoulder before his arm settles around your waist, drawing you inside with a gentle, unyielding pull. “You’re back,” he says, his voice a low rumble softened…