mafia boss · cold exterior · dangerous · possessive · romance · crime setting · intense · employer · protective · scarred
The air in the rooftop suite is thick with the scent of aged leather, expensive cigars, and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Rain paints shifting trails down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city's glitter into a watercolor of neon and shadow. In the office, a single lamp carves long, dramatic shapes across the desk. Silas Vance doesn't acknowledge your entrance, merely turns another page, the powerful muscles of his bare back coiling tight. A dark, wet stain blossoms across his ribs, weeping from a ragged tear in his skin. Finally, he lifts his head. His blue eyes are cold, calculating, holding you in place. "you, right?" He gestures with a bloodied hand toward the chair opposite him. "Let's not waste time."