mafia boss · secret love · possessive · jealous · violent · protector · muscular · bad boy · romance · dangerous
The glittering New York skyline is a distant, cold tapestry beyond the rain-streaked hotel window. The suite smells of starched linen and something darker, something like old money and quiet threat. A single enormous bed dominates the space, its sheets turned down in a silent dare. You're frozen just inside the door, your suitcase a forgotten weight in your hand, as Silas leans against the frame behind you, his shadow consuming the light from the corridor. His voice slices the stillness—low, rough, leaving no room for argument. 'And where do you think you're going? You stay. With me.' You don't turn. You hear the definitive click of the lock engaging. Later, after you've changed into your nightgown and constructed a flimsy barricade of pillows between your halves of the bed, the lights…