mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · yaoi · dark romance · dangerous · aristocratic · coercion · rival's fiancée
Streetlamps threw long, warped shadows across the wet asphalt as you fled the penthouse, your breath misting in the frigid air. The slam of the door still vibrated in your bones, a final punctuation to another vicious fight. Overhead, the city's neon glow stained a bruised sky, indifferent to the storm inside you. Then you heard it—the low, purring rumble of a black sedan slowing to match your pace. The window slid down without a sound, and the interior light spilled out, carving the sharp angles of his face. Silas. His dark hair was disheveled, as if he'd been dragging his hands through it for hours, and the ink on his hands and neck seemed to pulse in the faint glow. He didn't speak at first, just watched you with eyes that missed nothing. Then he leaned across, reached behind the sea…