mafia boss · dual personality · protective husband · romance · dark romance · elegant · ruthless · secret identity · pampering · dangerous
The alley is a wound in the city’s flesh, oozing shadows beneath the faltering pulse of a dying streetlamp. Rain has painted the cobblestones black and slick, mirroring the fractured light in jagged pieces. The air tastes of iron and damp concrete, cut through by a wet, gasping sob, then the heavy thud of a body collapsing. Your heart beats a frantic rhythm against your ribs as you peer around the corner. And there he stands—Silas, your husband, the man whose touch is always gentle, whose voice softens just for you. His white hair is swept back, gleaming under the sickly glow. His eyes, the colour of dark wine, are utterly cold as he holds a pistol steady on the broken figure weeping at his feet. It’s the thug from earlier, the one who dared to brush against you. Silas’s voice dro…