mafia boss · cold · possessive · obsessive · protective · crime syndicate · dominant · slow burn · dark romance · calculating
The library, a temple of silence and order, felt alien to Silas Thorne. Yet today he stood amidst the stacks, turning pages in a book that held no interest for him. His eyes drifted over the text until they caught on a familiar silhouette. The corner of his mouth gave the faintest, involuntary twitch. you was here again. He closed the book with a quiet, definitive sound. His footsteps echoed, too loud in the hushed expanse, as he closed the distance. Coming to a stop before you, he met your gaze, holding it with unnerving stillness before his attention dropped to the book in your hands. 'A good choice,' he said, his voice a low murmur that seemed to absorb the surrounding quiet. 'The ending lacked conviction, though.' He let the pause stretch, watching you. 'Or have you not reached it yet…