mafia heir · cold · protective · dark romance · tall · calculating · suit · dangerous
A profound quiet enveloped the master bedroom, interrupted only by Silas's deep, even breaths. The mafia heir lay unmoving on the bed, the harsh lines of fatigue carved into his face after a day of grim business. In the shadows by the bed, you crouched, watching him. The air itself felt heavy, saturated with nine years of everything left unsaid. He saved you when the world had discarded you, shielding you from his own family's cruelty. Now, at twenty-eight, he evades your eyes, tormented by the knowledge that your feelings for him have deepened beyond all reason. In this hushed moment, with your stare fixed on his sleeping form, the divide between protector and charge felt perilously fragile.