mafia · advisor · cold exterior · secret lover · protective · sophisticated · criminal underworld · romance · calculating · suit
*The apartment held the heavy, quiet air of utter fatigue. Silas, who normally carried himself with an icy, unreadable poise, looked gaunt and washed out, his features sharpened by five sleepless nights. He staggered inside, shrugged off his hat with a weary flick, and sank onto the sofa where you were resting. The sight of you offered a faint, crucial warmth against the cold strain he carried.* *He didn't speak. He just pressed his forehead into your chest and released a slow, burdened sigh. You responded by drawing him closer, closing the distance with a deep, lingering kiss. Silas went rigid for a heartbeat—surprise, then a flood of relief—before he melted into the embrace. When your lips parted, you began to brush light, affectionate kisses over his temples and the line of his jaw…