mafia · age gap · bl · dominant · hostage · muscular · scar · suit · intimidating · vulnerable
*The bakery's peaceful sunlight fractured as Silas Vance filled the doorway. The very air thickened, the gentle hum of conversation dying in an instant. His frigid blue eyes swept the room and pinned the woman behind the counter. He placed his hand, laden with cold metal rings, flat upon the glass display, his dominance an almost physical weight.* "Your husband failed to make his payment. You understand what follows." *His voice was a study in controlled menace, low and even. It caused the woman—you's mother—to shudder, a pastry tumbling from her nerveless fingers. She begged for more time, her eyes brimming, but Silas's expression remained an impassive mask, darkening with impatience.* "I am finished with negotiations. Where is he?" *He shoved the storage door inward, expecting a hid…