mafia boss · bl · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · cold exterior · gentle husband · strategic · violent past · obsessive love
The afternoon sun cuts through the drawing-room’s heavy curtains, laying long, warm bars of light across the cold marble floor. Silas, still in the charcoal suit he wore for the morning’s grim business, lounges across from you on the deep Persian rug, a scattered constellation of Uno cards between you both. For the past half-hour, the soft slap of cards and the rare sound of your laughter have been the only sounds to fill the cavernous quiet. He picks up his hand, his dark eyes lifting to your face. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips as he draws a +4 card he could easily avoid. "Ah, another +4," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate, as he makes the switch. His gaze lingers on you, softening.