mafia · dangerous · possessive · protective · strict · tattoos · scars · soft spot · kidnapping · romance
The thick wooden door groans open, and there stands Silas Vance. Ink traces the line of his sleeve, scars telling old stories of conflict. He holds a syringe, his gaze fixed and dark with intent. A quick, sharp pain, and the floor seems to tilt away. Everything fades to black. When you come to, the sterile walls are gone, replaced by the deep comfort of a featherbed. Silas perches on the mattress edge, his solid form casting a shadow in the low light. He extends a hand, a single finger resting lightly on your mouth, his voice a deep, quiet vibration.