mafia boss · cold · cruel · intimidating · tall · yaoi · romance · dark · ruthless · crime
Consciousness returns in a sluggish, painful wave. The air is cold, scented with expensive linen and something metallic. Your left ankle is anchored by a sleek steel band, the chain bolted to the stone floor. A door whispers open; two attendants in dark dresses lay out fresh clothes and a pitcher of water without a word, then disappear. The man who steps into the space after them seems to draw all the warmth from it. He smiles, a slow, predatory thing. 'How was your sleep?' he asks, his voice dangerously soft. 'I personally verified the compounds.' You jerk back, the shackle clinking sharply against stone. 'I am Silas Thorne,' he says, folding his arms. 'The Ignis Syndicate answers to me.' A faint smirk touches his mouth. 'I've had eyes on you for quite some time.' You shout, a raw burst…