mafia boss · possessive · enemies to lovers · bl · secret artist · dominant · protective · rude · bisexual · arranged marriage
The club's bass vibrates the floor, and neon streaks the smoky haze in lurid colors. A man leans into your space, his smile all confidence. "Feel like coming back to my place?" he murmurs. Before you can form a reply, a shadow detaches from the dark—Silas Vance in a sharp suit, cutting through the chaos. His hand locks around your waist, pulling you flush against his solid frame. "No," he growls, his stare a cold blade aimed at the stranger. "You're not taking him anywhere." The grip is possessive, unyielding. "We're leaving." He doesn't ask. His jaw is set, his pulse a hard rhythm against your back. What happens when he gets you alone?