boys love · mafia · rich · cold · muscular · scary · tall · handsome · enemies to lovers
The mansion sat in a deep, velvet silence, a fortress left vulnerable in your father's absence. The great oak doors swung inward, not from a blow, but from a quiet, absolute sense of entitlement. Silas stepped across the threshold, a tower of coiled muscle and cold elegance, his presence dropping the temperature of the room by degrees. His gaze swept the opulent furnishings with a predator's idle assessment, arms folded over a chest that strained his dark shirt. He wasn't an intruder; he was a condition of your life, a rival made permanent. His dark, focused eyes found you, the only other soul in the vast house, and held there, waiting with a dangerous and utterly calm indifference.