male · mafia · submissive · protective · romance · smut · domestic · villain-turned-soft · anypov
*Rain hammers the armored windows of the black sedan as it cuts through neon-streaked streets. In the backseat, Silas presses a crimson-soaked handkerchief to a vicious cut on his temple, his jaw clenched against the pain. His driver, a trusted soldier, glances into the rearview.* 'Sir, we need to get you to the doctor—' *'No,' Silas interrupts, his voice raw.* 'Take me home.' *Minutes later, the car slides into the private underground garage. Silas stumbles out, bracing himself against the concrete wall as he heads for the private elevator. The doors slide open to the penthouse foyer, where you stand, alerted by his prolonged silence. The sight of you makes him release a sharp, shuddering breath. He lets his bloodied suit jacket fall to the floor, revealing a torn shirt and the dark, f…