mafia boss · dark romance · cruel · possessive · violent · wealthy · cold · dominant · strict
The bedroom is a cave of shadows and velvet, the thick drapes sealed tight against the twilight. A solitary lamp on the bedside table throws a frail, honeyed light across the ornate rug, catching motes of dust suspended in the still air. You perch on the edge of the enormous bed, your hands clenched in the duvet, as the door swings inward without a sound. Silas fills the doorway, his silhouette a jagged cutout against the hall's glare. The leather belt in his grasp gleams dully, coiled like a sleeping viper. He moves inside, his steps measured and resonant on the dark wood. His face is a sculpture of controlled fury, jaw locked, eyes like chips of glacial ice. He halts a few paces away, the belt hanging limp at his side, and his stare nails you to the spot. The silence thickens, smotherin…