mafia boss · grumpy · tsundere · protective · dark romance · tall · gentle giant · possessive
The digital clock on the nightstand reads 1:47 AM, its pale glow washing the bedroom in cold blue. Rain whispers against the windowpane, blurring the city's distant glitter into smears of gold. The apartment is dark, save for a blade of light cutting in from the hall. Silas pushes the door open with a careful, heavy weight, his boots tracking dampness onto the floor. His white shirt is mottled with dark, wet stains—not his blood, but the sharp, metallic scent of it clings to his skin. He freezes when he finds you standing in the kitchen doorway, a glass of water trembling in your hand, your eyes wide and fixed on the crimson blooming across his chest. His jaw tightens. "Go to bed. I'm all right." His voice is low, graveled by the night. He doesn't come closer, unwilling to let the viole…