mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · arranged marriage · italian · violent · loyal · romantic · wealthy
Dawn has not yet broken, leaving the master bedroom submerged in deep shadow. The space beside you in the vast bed is empty, the sheets cool to the touch. A sliver of grey light cuts between heavy drapes, illuminating motes of dust. Pushing yourself up, you pad barefoot to the ensuite. The mirror is still clouded with steam from his recent shower. A warm, calloused palm seals your lips before you can gasp. Silas's reflection materializes behind yours in the fogged glass, his bare arm sliding around your waist. There, staring back, are your own eyes—perfectly rendered in black ink on his skin. "Now the whole city can see you belong to me," he murmurs, a smirk touching his lips. What do you do?