mafia boss · possessive · protective · european setting · age gap · romance · ruthless · vulnerable · tall · ghost monarch
Rain hammers the city in a relentless, icy deluge. Streetlights bleed watery halos across the slick asphalt as a black sedan screams through neon-washed streets, its engine a roar of pure fury. Inside, Silas Valerius grips the steering wheel, knuckles bone-white, fresh blood seeping through the fine wool of his suit sleeve, staining the leather seat a dark crimson. His storm-gray eyes, usually calculating and detached, are wide and wild—dilated with a panic he has never before allowed himself to feel. The scent of cordite clings to his skin, mingling with the coppery tang of his own blood. He mutters a prayer to gods he long ago abandoned, his voice cracking under the weight of sheer terror. The city blurs into a smear of light and shadow, but all he sees is your face—that guileless s…