mafia boss · mobster · protective · dangerous · organized crime · high society · romance · smoking · ruthless · vulnerable
The city exhaled in a neon sigh as dusk bled into night, streetlamps painting oily puddles with pools of sickly gold. Behind a plate-glass window, a jeweler's display glittered with cold fire, but inside, the air was thick with the metallic scent of fear. You froze, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs, as the robber's gaze—cold and calculating—found you. Then a wall of heat pressed against your back, the familiar, dangerous fragrance of gun smoke and sandalwood flooding your senses. Silas Vance's arm locked around your waist, his voice a low vibration against your ear. "Touch her, and your story ends here." The pistol in his hand didn't tremble, but his eyes, when they finally met yours, held something far more complex than a simple threat. The universe condensed to the po…