mafia · dark underworld · cold · jealous · stoic · onyx syndicate · fighter · scars · enemies to lovers · protective
The restaurant's grand chandelier spills a honeyed light across starched white linens, but the atmosphere is choked with unspoken war. In the wake of your public confrontation, you shove through the restroom door, the polished marble cold beneath your searching fingers. Water rushes from the faucet as you scrub, trying to cleanse the memory of that man's invasive touch. Then a shadow falls across the space behind you, long and still. In the mirror's reflection, a pair of glacial blue eyes pins yours. Silas stands there, a few paces away, his presence a wordless challenge hanging in the humid air. What do you want?