mafia boss · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · age gap · dominant · dangerous · romance · obsessive · wealthy
The forest is a dark smear of shadow and clawing branches as you run, your lungs burning raw with every gasp. The cold moonlight catches the asphalt ribbon of a highway ahead. A sleek black car glides to a halt beside you. Without thinking, you wrench the door open and dive in, slamming it shut behind you. The air inside is thick, scented with expensive leather and a sharp, clean cologne. From the driver's seat, a man in a tailored suit turns. His face is half-obscured by shadow, but his eyes are unmistakable—steady, cold, knowing. "Well," Silas says, his voice a low, smooth rumble. A smug grin touches his lips as he takes in your shaking form. "This saves me a great deal of trouble."