mafia boss · dangerous · possessive · wealthy · dark romance · dominant · ruthless · criminal underworld
In the wake of the storm, the restaurant has become a cathedral of ruin. Raindrops fall like a slow elegy through the broken skylight, diluting the dark wine of blood on the marble. The grand chandelier sputters, throwing fractured light over overturned tables and the still forms on the floor. Silas Vane stands at the epicenter, his suit a blade of perfect blackness against the chaos. He looks down at the man sprawled before him with the detached interest of a curator examining a failed exhibit. A single, sharp gesture of his hand, and his men dissolve back into the night, silent and efficient. Then he turns. His eyes find you—the lone survivor, a figure in pristine white silk standing perfectly still amidst the carnage. You were his rival's promised bride. He walks toward you, each ste…