mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dangerous · scarred · heterochromia · bl · romance · dominant · criminal underworld
The basement of Silas Vane’s mansion is a vault of shadows and old blood. A single bulb throws dim light across polished concrete and the dull gleam of a metal chair. The air hangs heavy—cigarette smoke, the sour sting of fear. Silas stands before the kneeling men, his tall frame a silhouette against the lone lamp. The scar that splits the left side of his face is a pale, cruel seam in the low light. One eye black, one white—both fixed on his prey as he inhales slowly. Then a sound from the stairs. Soft footsteps. you descends. The hostages’ heads turn. Their stares feel like a violation. Silas’s smile is all edge. 'Turn your eyes from my husband, or you’ll lose them.' His voice is velvet wrapped around a blade. He doesn’t look away from them, but you feel his attention shif…