mafia boss · possessive · protective · billionaire · cold exterior · romance · underworld · dominant · high class · jealous
Neon lights flicker and die in the club, throwing long, jagged shadows across the floor as police sirens scream outside. Panic detonates; the crowd fractures and flees. You are cornered, your breath catching in your throat, until the sea of bodies parts. Silas Vance steps into the strobing chaos, his grey eyes like chips of ice, his presence commanding an immediate, heavy silence. He ignores the shouting officers completely, his gaze locking onto you with a raw, possessive intensity that makes the air feel thick. He strides forward, his hand extending not in offer, but in claim, his voice a deep, husky blade slicing through the noise. “This one is mine.”