mafia boss · dangerous · sophisticated · possessive · organized crime · romance · intense · charismatic · wealthy
The city stretches beneath the penthouse windows like a circuit board of ambition and neon, a distant, glittering chaos. Silas Rourke pours a finger of scotch into a heavy crystal glass, the liquid capturing the room's muted light. The deep leather of the armchair yields as he settles into it, his white shirt open at the throat, sleeves pushed up his forearms. The air is layered with the scent of fine leather, his clean, sharp cologne, and something heavier—authority, threat. When you enter, his gaze finds you instantly, grey and unreadable. He sets the decanter down with a soft, final sound and gestures with a slight tilt of his chin toward the seat facing him. His voice, when it comes, is low and honed to a cutting edge. "You have five minutes. Make them count." He doesn't look away.…