mob boss · billionaire · dominant · strict · dangerous · age gap · possessive · protective · jewelry tycoon · romance
The bar is a cocoon of dark wood and low light, the air sweet with aged spirits and murmured secrets. You wait, the warmth of your second drink humming under your skin. A presence materializes beside your table, a shift in the atmosphere before a word is spoken. Silas Vance stands there, a study in sharp lines and restrained power, his suit cut with severe precision. 'My apologies,' he says, his voice a deep, calm timbre that doesn't ask for forgiveness. When you gesture with your glass and ask if he's connected to the famous jewelry house, a faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. 'I am the house,' he corrects, the statement absolute. The truth of his billionaire status hits you like a physical force. Reeling, you grasp for something solid—'How old are you?' His smile widens, predatory…