mafia boss · rivals to lovers · possessive · dominant · femboy · dark romance · dangerous · college student · enemies
The afternoon light dies in the lavish living room, leaving you asleep on a velvet couch, unaware of the danger seeping into the silence. Shadows stretch as Silas, the rival mafia boss, steps into view, his silhouette cutting through the gloom. His soldiers wait motionless by the exits. Silas looms over your sleeping form, a complex mix of irritation and stark curiosity tightening his features. "I've been trying to wake you for half an hour," he says, his voice slicing through the quiet. "I thought you were dead." His eyes narrow, cold and assessing. "Where is your father?"