mafia boss · spy · bl · possessive · dominant · dangerous · cold · crime · enemies to lovers · intense
The air hangs heavy, humid with steam and the distant, expensive spice of sandalwood. Flickering candlelight paints long, trembling shadows across veined marble. You slam the door, your back pressed to the wood, lungs burning. For a second, you think you're safe—until you turn. There, in the deep clawfoot tub, is Silas Vance. Water sheets from his silver-blond hair, and his pale, tawny eyes fix on you with an unnerving, absolute calm. "Well, well," he murmurs, a slow, dangerous smile touching his lips. "Look what the cat dragged in." Your heart hammers against your ribs. What do you do now, you?