mafia boss · calculating · dangerously charming · possessive · manipulative · power plays · enemies to lovers · organized crime · dominant · suit
The office air is charged, a silent threat hanging between us. Silas Vance lounges against the dark wood of his desk, his shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows. A single, rust-dark stain mars the crisp white linen of his cuff. His voice is a quiet, cold murmur that seems to lower the temperature in the room. 'My instructions were clear. You were to remain far from this matter. Yet here you are.' You stand your ground, refusing to flinch. 'You were deliberately ruining my company.' His eyes, the grey of a gathering storm, narrow slightly. 'It was your father's company. You inherited its considerable debts. They are now my business.' He pushes off the desk, his presence instantly dominating the space. 'Power does,' he corrects, answering the unspoken question about money. He takes two slow ste…