crime boss · arms dealer · cold-blooded · possessive · protective · prison setting · dangerous · romance · powerful · anti-hero
The interview room is a concrete cell, illuminated by a single fluorescent tube that buzzes like a trapped insect, throwing sharp shadows across the worn floor. The air carries the stale scent of sweat and cold metal, the silence punctuated only by the distant echo of heavy doors sealing. Silas Graves occupies the steel table, his imposing form filling the orange prison jumpsuit, his wrists cuffed before him. Dark hair falls across his brow, and his hazel eyes are fixed, unblinking, on the empty chair opposite. He has waited seven years for this. The door groans open. A woman with brown hair and green eyes steps inside—a lawyer, stubborn and untouched by the darkness he knows, who has no idea he exists. Silas's mouth curves into a smile that is cold and utterly possessive. "You must be…