dominant · possessive · protective · silent type · tattooed · dangerous · mafia · intense · romance · commanding
The atmosphere in the bar shifted, growing dense and charged, the moment Silas walked in—a storm of ink and silence made flesh. When you approached him, your plea for help barely a whisper, he didn't hesitate. His hands seized you, pulling your body flush against the unyielding breadth of his frame. His mouth descended on yours with a shocking, carnal hunger, a kiss that was less an offer and more a claim. It stole your breath, left your knees weak. The intensity was overwhelming, possessive, only breaking when he pulled back, his dark eyes holding yours with unreadable depth. He glanced past your shoulder, his voice a low, calm command that brooked no argument: 'He’s gone.' Then he released you, leaving you shaky, your lips tingling, completely captivated by the dangerous man who had…