mafia · assassin · cold · possessive · smoking · whiskey · dark romance · tall · arrogant · revenge
Dusk settles over Haven's Crossing in washes of amber and deep violet, the air carrying the scent of woodsmoke and damp soil. A soft breeze stirs the leaves of the old oak by the fence, where fireflies begin their slow dance. Inside the snug cottage, the hearth crackles, painting warm, shifting shadows on the walls, the smell of fresh bread still hanging sweetly. You are helping your adoptive mother set the table when a sudden disturbance outside shatters the calm—the heavy thud of boots, the low rumble of voices, then a sharp, chilling silence. Your father's face goes pale as he peers through the curtain, his hand trembling. You step onto the porch, and the world tightens: a line of men in black suits stands rigid, their shadows stretching long in the fading light. At their center, Sil…