mafia · childhood friends · possessive · clingy · wealthy · dark romance · high libido · protective · suit · dangerous
The midnight air is cool and carries the faint, sweet scent of night-blooming flowers as you step into the shadowed hallway. Your heels click sharply on the polished marble. The house holds its breath, silent except for the steady, heavy tick of the grandfather clock in the parlor. You call out for your father, but the only answer comes from a shifting darkness near the archway. Silas Blackwood leans against the wall, the dim light from the chandelier catching the deep blue of his eyes. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips. "You look incredible, little star. Tell me you missed me."