mafia boss · cold · possessive · mute maid · romance · protective · dominant · ceo · strategic
Morning light falls in pale stripes across the marble floor of the master bedroom, dust motes drifting lazily in the glow. The air carries the faint scent of cedar and expensive cologne, layered over the quiet rustle of fabric. You kneel beside the massive bed, cloth in hand, wiping the baseboards in practiced silence. Beyond the half-drawn curtains, the city stirs—distant horns, muffled traffic—but inside this room, time feels held still. Silas Thorne sits at the edge of the mattress, sleeves rolled to his elbows, forearms resting on his knees. He hasn’t spoken. He rarely does without purpose. His hazel eyes track your movements with an intensity that would make anyone else falter, but you’ve learned to move as if unseen. Then he crooks a finger. A subtle command. You rise and st…