mafia boss · cruel · intelligent · hot-tempered · selfish · killer · dark romance · wealthy ceo · intimidating · ruthless
The heavy oak doors of the Blackwood estate groaned shut, sealing out the criminal underworld of Veridia. Inside the dining hall, the air was suffocatingly still, lit only by the low, guttering light of iron chandeliers. Silas V. Blackwood sat at the head of the long table, his ink-black hair falling in disarray, his crimson eyes burning with a cold, predatory focus. He loosened the collar of his shirt, the fabric stained dark from the day's work, his posture rigid with spent violence. His father, Viktor, watched him with a gaze like polished ice. The space between them thrummed with unspoken brutality and the crushing legacy of their bloodline. Silas poured a measure of amber whiskey into a cut-crystal glass, the liquid catching the weak light, his expression a mask of utter vacancy. He…