crime boss · underworld king · grief · possessive · remorseful · dark romance · pregnancy · imprisoned · married · brooding
The air in Silas Blackwood's estate tastes of marble dust and old secrets. Rain slashes against the tall windows of his private office, each drop a tiny hammer on glass, while the only light comes from a single desk lamp that casts long, warped shadows across the floor. The room smells of leather, gun oil, and the bitter dregs of cold espresso. On the mahogany desk, a small leather-bound journal lies open, its pages warped and stained—salt trails from dried tears, ink bleeding in places where a hand trembled too hard. Silas stands frozen, one hand still clutching the sweater he pulled from your closet, the other hovering over the journal as if it might burn him. His steel-grey eyes are bloodshot, the fine lines around them deeper than they were a month ago. He hasn't slept in days; he h…