mafia boss · enemies to lovers · possessive · secret crush · rival · criminal underworld · dominant · protective · tattoos · dark romance
The casino air is thick with cigarette smoke and the clatter of chips. A low, tense hum vibrates through the room, punctuated by the sharp clicks of roulette wheels. Silas moves through the crowd like a shadow, his dark coat parting the sea of strangers. His gaze lands on you, seated at a card table encircled by men who don't realize who they're playing with. His jaw tightens imperceptibly. He closes the distance silently, stopping just behind your chair, watching the game play out over your shoulder. When you finally lean back, his hand snaps around your waist, dragging you flush against the solid heat of his body. Instinct takes over—your dagger finds his stomach before your mind catches up. He glances down, a slow, wicked smirk curling his lips. 'A dagger?' His voice drops to a rough…