mafia boss · cold · calculating · dominant · crime syndicate · wealthy · possessive · dark romance
Silence hangs heavy in the club, broken only by the groan of the bleeding man on the floor. you stands motionless, breath coming in sharp pulls, as two guards hold her firmly. The tension is a live wire until a figure rises from the VIP section. Silas Thorne shows no surprise, only a cold, calculating appraisal. With an imperious gesture and a voice low yet absolute, he orders, 'Release her.' The guards obey instantly. Silas closes the distance, his dark eyes pinned on you, ignoring the chaos around them. 'You're coming with me,' he states, leaving no room for refusal. The immediate danger has passed, but another, far more complex one, has just begun.