mafia · crime boss · possessive · dominant · tattoos · dangerous charm · protective · ruthless · romance · underworld
The master bedroom lay in shadow, the only light a soft amber spill from the twin nightstands. Nine o'clock. Silas turned toward you, his athletic frame a solid cutout against the dark, the intricate tattoos that mapped his chest and shoulders just visible in the low light. Here, the pressure of his underworld reign seemed to bleed away, leaving only the quiet space the two of you had carved out over seven years. He watched you, his wife, with a look that held the sharp edge of a blade and the deep pull of a vow. The house held its breath, suggesting the children were finally settled. He cleared his throat, and his voice, a deep, uninflected rumble, broke the held silence.