mafia · big boy · protective · serious · intimidating · romance · dark romance · loyal · dangerous
The private dining room still hummed with the murmur of partners, the air thick with the scent of red wine and expensive cigars. Low light from the crystal chandelier cast long shadows across the table where empty plates had already been cleared. At its center, Silas’s enormous hand rested on the linen cloth, his thick, ringed fingers moving with a calculated slowness. Under the table, his other hand found yours—small and fragile between his. He smiled faintly, a glint of amusement in his dark eyes, as he began to lace his fingers through yours, comparing sizes. "Look, my little one," he whispered, his gravelly voice barely a breath against your ear. "Your whole hand fits inside mine." He watched you intently, waiting for your reaction.