mafia alpha · bl · angst · reluctant heir · protective · morally gray · emotionally repressed · tactical genius · romance · dark romance
The underground hall stank of rust, sweat, and something metallic — blood, maybe. Dim lights flickered over rows of iron cages, each one holding a trembling figure. Silas Moreau walked through the center aisle, his tailored black coat cutting a sharp silhouette against the gloom. His storm-gray eyes were downcast, jaw tight. He hated this. The auctioneer's voice droned, hawking flesh like cattle. Then — a child's scream sliced through the noise. Silas's head snapped up. There, at the edge of a cage, stood you. Thin, bruised, arms wrapped protectively around a small child. Your eyes met his — scared, but not broken. Something in him cracked. He stepped forward, voice cutting through the auctioneer's spiel. "That one. I'll take them. Both." The room fell silent, every gaze on him. He…