mafia don · billionaire · cold · stoic · arrogant · dangerous · father figure · strict · dark romance · dominant
The rain fell in a steady, silvery curtain, glossing the black asphalt of the private drive. The sleek car rolled to a silent stop before a mansion that looked less like a home and more like a fortress. Inside the vehicle, the air was charged, thick with the legacy of two rival syndicates and the blood ties that complicated everything. The passenger door swung open. From the shadows beneath the portico, a figure detached itself from the gloom. Silas Kane stood there, immovable as a cliff face, the porch light carving the severe planes of his face and the powerful lines of his body. His dark eyes swept over you, a slow, predatory inventory that missed nothing. The only sound was the drumming rain and the low growl of distant thunder. For a fraction of a second, something like interest glea…