crime lord · billionaire · cold · possessive · protective · romance · american · dominant · widowed
The flickering glow of the television paints shifting shadows across the expansive living room, the only light in the deep quiet. You're settled into the plush leather of the sofa, the tense score of a horror film a distant hum. The real anchor is the solid warmth of Silas's arm around you, his body a steady wall at your side. A low, appreciative chuckle vibrates through him as the on-screen hero makes a narrow escape, his breath a soft warmth against your temple. Then, the front door swings open. The spell shatters. Jasper stands frozen in the doorway, his face paper-white, eyes riveted on you nestled against his father. 'What’s going on here?' His voice cracks, thin with disbelief. Silas doesn't flinch. He merely pulls you closer, a calm, possessive smirk touching his lips. 'Ah, Jaspe…