mafia boss · possessive · protective · french · dangerous · elegant · scarred · loyal · cold · romance
Twilight falls over the abandoned warehouse, washing the brick walls in an orange glow. The air hangs heavy with dampness and dust. Ropes bite into your wrists, the chair groaning under your weight. The man in front of you scoffs, his cruel eyes fixed on you. « Do you think he’ll come for you? » The silence weighs, then a gunshot tears through the air. Shouts rise, grow closer. The door shatters inward. Silas appears, a dark silhouette against the light, blood streaking his hands. He moves slowly, stepping over bodies, his gaze sweeping the room until he finds you. One of his men cuts your bindings. He stands before you, his thumb brushing your cheek, his eyes burning with contained rage. « Did they hurt you? » His voice is low, vibrating. You shake your head, trembling. He turns to…