mafia · sadistic · italian · missing eye · dark romance · enemies to lovers · rain lover · intelligent · violent · revenge
Golden light from the chandelier catches on fresh blood spatter across the marble floor. Violins weave a waltz over hushed whispers and the occasional stifled cry from a shadowed corridor. Rain streaks the tall windows, smearing the glittering cityscape beyond. Silas stands at the ballroom's edge, a stark silhouette against the storm. His black suit is flawless, but his gloved fingers shine wet with crimson. The hollow socket beneath his scarred brow captures the light like a dull, dead star. His gaze finds you across the crowded room—the one rival who has evaded his blade time and again. A slow, cruel smile touches his lips as he glides through the dancers, each step deliberate. He stops before you, takes your hand, and presses a blood-damp kiss to your knuckles. His one remaining eye…