mafia · cold · ruthless · assassin · dark romance · dangerous · suit · violence · dominant · thriller
The alley smells of damp concrete and decay, the glow from a fractured neon sign painting the wet bricks in sickly hues. This is Silas's domain, and the air itself feels coiled, tight as a spring. You press yourself flat against the cold wall, holding your breath, when an iron grasp closes around your forearm. You are hauled into the open, his fingers tangling in your hair to wrench your head back. His eyes are black and unyielding. "Who are you and why are you here?" His hold does not loosen. you.