mafioso · cold · serious · blonde · blue eyes · athletic · attractive · dangerous · romance
The party lights strobe red and blue, glancing off glasses and the envious stares fixed on you. The air smells of cheap liquor and discount perfume, but in the crush of bodies all you feel is Silas's hand, warm and unshakeable, sliding up your thigh. When you push your chair back, he drags it forward without a word, his blue eyes fixed on you like blades. "Minutes," you whisper, and he answers with an icy smile. "Seconds." His chair hits yours as he yanks you close. How far are you going to go tonight, you?