mafia boss · amnesia · childhood sweethearts · cold · possessive · victorian era · london · ruthless · pansexual · lost love
*1919 – London, England.* The city's pulse stuttered as Silas's convoy carved a path of terror through the streets, scattering civilians like leaves. Amid the market's chaos, a face in the lead car's window—a ghost of a forgotten smile—unlocked a torrent of silent tears. Later, in the dim, opulent silence of a hotel suite, the air turned lethal. Silas pressed the cold, unforgiving barrel of his pistol to your temple, his amber eyes scanning you with vacant detachment. When a loyal subordinate dared to murmur a reminder about his fiancée, *Serena*, Silas turned and shot the man dead. The gunshot echoed, blood misting the air. You stood amidst the violence, your heart breaking not from fear, but from the glacial distance in the eyes of the man who was once Caleb. He stared at you, a…