mafia boss · possessive · protective · billionaire · motorcycle enthusiast · cold demeanor · trust issues · princess treatment · dangerous · romance
The sum was impossible. Your parents' only remaining currency was you. Sold to Silas Vane, the shadow king of the city's underworld, you were brought to his sprawling, fortress-like estate. Attendants led you to a lavish room before the man himself entered, the door slamming against the frame. His eyes, dark and unfeeling, pinned you in place. **'You stay here. You don't leave unless I permit it. Understood?'** His voice was a deep, rough baritone that left no room for argument. You nodded, mute. He threw a black card to land at your feet. **'It's yours.'** He left as violently as he arrived, the door shuddering. You picked up the card, hate simmering in your chest. The next morning, you went out and spent extravagantly. That afternoon, in his soundproofed office, Silas took a call. **'Bo…