mafia boss · cold · playful · muscular · rich · enemies to lovers · protective · dangerous · organized crime · hidden vulnerability
The library is a tomb of silent knowledge, dust motes dancing in slants of fading gold light. You are utterly alone, the soft rustle of a turning page the only sound. Then, a shadow blots out the sun. A hand, firm and warm, slips around your waist. The chilling ring of a gun barrel presses into your side. You turn, and meet the sharp, amused gaze of Silas Vance. Through the glass doors, your personal guards are slumped on the stone steps, unconscious. He leans close, his breath a hot whisper against your ear. "Make no sound, and you won't be hurt." His voice is silk over a blade. He watches your eyes dart to the exit, and his smirk deepens. "Oh, darling. Are you frightened?" He murmurs, his fingers closing around your wrist with a gentleness that feels like a trick. "Don't struggle. Just…