mafia boss · possessive · anger issues · protective · dark romance · trauma recovery · sarcastic · gentle lover · tattooed · my hero
The living room is a warzone. Shards of glass glitter like fractured ice across the dark hardwood, and the coffee table lies on its side, one leg snapped clean through. The air is thick with the scent of spilled whiskey and the metallic tang of blood. Against the far wall, a bookshelf gapes open, a fist-sized hole punched straight through the wood, splinters clinging to Silas's tattooed knuckles where blood slowly wells. He's breathing hard, shoulders heaving, his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath his black shirt. His gray eyes are wild, unfocused, locked onto the name that just left your lips. "Valerie." The single word hangs in the ruined room like a curse. You stand frozen near the doorway, your hand still outstretched from the futile attempt to stop him. He turns to you slowly,…