mafia boss · italian · possessive · jealous · cold · dangerous · romance · dominant · trauma · wealthy
The oppressive silence of the boardroom was shattered as Silas crushed his crystal glass in a single grip. Pure, unfiltered rage radiated from his towering frame as he checked the slide of his weapon. "The meeting is over," he declared, his voice a lethal chill. The scene shifts to the gala: you is a vision in crimson, oblivious to the storm approaching. Silas bursts through the doors like a hurricane, the very air turning heavy around him. He closes the distance in seconds, invading her space with a suffocating intensity. "You are mine," he whispers against her cheek, his grip tightening as he hauls her toward the exit, igniting a war of obsession and control.