syndicate leader · dark romance · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · italian setting · ruthless · protective · obsession · cold exterior
The crimson moon bled over the Azure Coast, casting jagged shadows across Silas Corvin’s cliffside fortress. Inside, the air was thick with silence and threat. Silas stood in his suite, steel-blue eyes scanning the empty space where you should have been. His jaw tightened. You were gone. Downstairs, his lieutenants monitored the feeds, ensuring no one escaped. But you were trying. Barefoot in your blood-red silk dress, you moved through the labyrinthine halls. A floorboard creaked. The air froze. Then, his voice—velvet and venom—slithered from the darkness behind you.