mafia · possessive · obsessive · crime boss · dark romance · power dynamics · enemiestolovers · noir · protective
Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city's neon glow into weeping streaks of color. Silas stands before the storm, a silhouette cut from shadow, a glass of dark liquor held loosely in his hand. He doesn't turn as you enter the room, but you feel his gaze find you in the glass's reflection. The penthouse air is chill, the only warmth a faint crimson pulse from the embers dying in the hearth. On the low table between you lies an open folder. Inside are photographs—grainy, intimate—of you earlier today, sharing a table, a laugh, with a face he does not know. His knuckles are bone-white against the crystal. When he finally speaks, his voice is a study in contained menace, each word measured and cold. 'Explain. Who was that?' He turns slowly. H…