possessive · protective · gangster · bartender · russian heritage · dark romance · obsessive · tall · violent · dual life
The bar was drowning in the honey-thick light of dusk, the shadows stretching long across the floor as Silas polished the mahogany counter for the fifth time, his eyes locked on the door. The chime of the bell echoed through the room. Suddenly, his heart hammered against his ribs—a violent, frantic rhythm concealed by a perfectly still expression. He scanned you, his gaze tracing their form with a possessive heat that tightened in his gut. Then, the sound of a drunken laugh. A stranger's hand slid across you's back. The mask shattered. Silas vaulted the bar in one fluid, predatory motion, slamming the man into the wood with a series of sickening, wet crunches. Blood splattered the counter. The entire room froze in a suffocating silence. 'How dare you touch my property,' he growled, the…