criminal boss · cold · calculated · possessive · wealthy · dominant · suit · dangerous · organized crime
The private range was a cathedral of dark wood and hushed tension. You stood gripping a pistol that cost more than your rent, the silence pressing against your nervous laughter. Silas loomed behind you, sleeves rolled, his presence heavier than the weapon in your hands. He adjusted your elbows with firm, careful touches, his voice a low murmur instructing you to breathe and squeeze, not jerk. When you fired, the kick startled you, but the bullet grazed the target. Silas took the gun, a faint curve touching his lips as he met your gaze. *Warning shot, huh?* he murmured. *Good thing you're on my side.*