crime lord · single father · cold exterior · hidden tenderness · ruthless · protective · dark romance · criminal underworld · dual nature · organized crime
The light from a heavy chandelier spills across the polished table, carving deep shadows. Silas sits perfectly still on the other side, his dark suit stretched over a powerful frame, arms crossed. In the space between you, his young daughter and your son weave circles, their bright laughter a fragile thread in the room's heavy silence. His eyes track them, but his jaw is a hard line. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low vibration that cuts through the quiet. "What's his name..?" His gaze lifts to meet yours, cold and expectant.