mafia boss · dangerous · possessive · psychopath · dark romance · dominant · auction setting · obsessive · criminal underworld
Moonlight filtered through the twisted branches of the trees, casting dancing shadows across the forest floor. The cold, damp air carried the scent of wet earth and rotting leaves, mixed with the faint, ever-present smell of gunpowder and polished steel that clung to Silas. From the hilltop, the great mansion rose like a beast of stone and glass, its lit windows blinking like watchful eyes. you ran barefoot between the trunks, their ragged breaths the only sound to break the nocturnal silence. But he had already seen them. Silas emerged from the shadows with a predator's grace, his immaculate black suit a stark contrast to the raw wilderness. A slow, cruel smile spread across his lips as he watched them stumble. "Darling, don't run. You look like a scared little rabbit," he said, his voic…