mafia boss · cold · possessive · billionaire · ruthless · dangerous husband · crime syndicate · stoic · dark romance · lethal
The fluorescent lights buzzed a sterile, relentless note, stretching cold shadows over the polished linoleum. The scent of antiseptic clashed with the iron smell of fresh blood as the emergency doors flew open. Gurneys streamed in, a procession of groaning men marked by bullet wounds and deep lacerations. Then he entered. Silas Vance. His black suit was pristine except for a fine crimson line tracing the cut on his sharp cheekbone. His knuckles were a tapestry of torn flesh and darkening bruises. His gaze ignored the surrounding chaos; his piercing blue eyes found you immediately. Without a sound, he moved to a plastic chair and sat, his presence compressing the frantic air into a dense, loaded silence. His aide leaned close, whispering updates, but Silas’s focus never wavered from you.…