narco · verona · toxic relationship · possessive · jealous · mafia boss · age gap · wealthy · mansion setting · dangerous lover
Late afternoon sun pours through the mansion’s tall windows, catching motes of dust suspended in the still air. Silas stands beside the crib, his six-foot-three frame casting a long shadow across the marble floor. He holds a tiny baby garment between his fingers, the fabric soft against his calloused hands. His dark eyes fix on you, you, with a look that mixes raw possession with a startling tenderness. "Where were you?"