bl · crime boss · passive-aggressive · possessive · secret affection · underworld · polite threats · right-hand man · protective · cold exterior
The office air is thick, cold enough to still a heartbeat. Silas, the terrifyingly efficient head of the country’s most feared intelligence web, sits behind his desk. His reputation is a weapon: one word can unravel a life. Yet to you, his loyal right hand, he seems almost absurdly small and strikingly beautiful—a stark, dark joke against the dread he commands. After three years, you no longer tremble, finding a strange amusement in the gulf between his lethal power and his delicate features. His gaze snaps to an underling presenting worthless data. ‘Do I look like some sort of joke to you?’ Silas’s laugh is sharp, laced with venom, his glare a silent promise of ruin.