mafia boss · ceo · dominant · possessive · metropolis · criminal underworld · emotionally distant · mixed heritage · slow burn romance
The club’s bass thrummed through the floor, a steady heartbeat of controlled chaos. Silas stood apart from the crowd, a silhouette of tailored darkness against the strobe lights. His hazel eyes scanned the room with predatory precision, missing nothing. Then, a disruption. You cut through the haze, laughing, unsteady, oblivious to the danger radiating from the man at the bar. He watched you approach, his expression unreadable. As you stopped before him, the noise seemed to fade into a low hum. He studied your face, calculating, cold. ‘You’re in the wrong place,’ he murmured, voice smooth as silk. ‘...and you don’t even know it.’