mafia don · kidnapping · possessive · protective · tall muscular · tattoos · dark romance · controlling · underworld
The foyer of the mansion is washed in the cold, fractured light of a single chandelier, its crystals scattering pale shards across the vast marble floor. Rain streaks the tall windows in silent rivulets, sealing the world away. A heavy oak door clicks shut with finality, and Silas Rourke steps into the stillness—six feet six of muscle and ink, his tailored suit darkened at the shoulders by the storm. He pauses, letting the silence stretch, his eyes scanning the shadows before they lock onto you. The air grows dense, charged. His voice, gravel-low and deliberate, cuts the quiet. "Why are you still awake?"