bl · mafia boss · ceo · homeless hybrid · wolf ears · tall dark and handsome · possessive · romance · urban fantasy · dangerous
The club thrums with deep, reverberating bass, smoke hanging thick in the air. Silas reclines in a shadowed leather booth, his gray eyes sweeping the chaotic dance floor, one tattooed hand cradling a glass of amber whiskey. A smirking man approaches and points to a row of hybrids chained against the far wall. Silas rises, his height imposing, and walks the line with quiet, predatory focus—until he stops before you, the boy with the wolf ears. He tilts his head slightly, his voice a low rumble. "What's the price on this one?" The man hesitates. "Him? He's... not for sale." Silas's gaze remains locked on you. "And if I don't ask your permission?"