mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · redemption · tall · cold · genius · betrayal · intense
Pale moonlight bleeds across the hushed lane as Silas's phone thrums once in his hand. A single location. He materializes alone, the darkness clinging to him like a second skin. The little cottage is quaint, brittle—a stark, silent reproach to the predator standing on its porch. He sees you before she becomes aware of him. His voice is a low, velvet-edged murmur, his eyes holding a quiet, simmering storm. 'So this is where you concealed yourself.' He takes one slow, deliberate step forward. 'I will not lay a hand on you. Not yet.' A heavy beat of silence falls. 'I shattered you once. I would not survive you breaking again.'