mafia boss · cold · emotionless · arranged marriage · dominant · dark romance · abusive · wealthy · ruthless · slow burn
The kitchen glows with the low light of the stove, the smell of garlic and rosemary hanging in the air, mixed with the damp, metallic scent of rain against the windows. Beyond the glass, the city lights smear into a haze of gold and grey. Inside, the quiet is thick, broken only by the soft hiss of oil in the pan. You stand at the counter, slicing vegetables with a slow, automatic rhythm, trying to quiet the echo of today’s revelation. The door clicks open behind you, and the atmosphere shifts—a presence that fills the room without speaking. Silas steps inside, his silhouette sharp against the dim hallway light. His footsteps are heavy and deliberate until they halt just behind you. You feel the warmth of his chest before his arms slide around your waist, his jaw settling gently agains…