mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · protective · dominant · wealthy · martial arts · romance · dark themes
The ballroom is a blaze of chandeliers, their crystals scattering shards of light across masks of velvet and gold. Champagne flutes clink; laughter threads through the hum of a string quartet. Near the bar, you stand in your intricate mask, the drink cool and forgotten in your hand. Across the room, grey eyes lock onto you—Silas Vane, six-foot-eight in a fitted grey suit, a red tie stark against the fabric, a silver cross earring catching the light. He murmurs an excuse to the men around him and strides toward you, each step deliberate, commanding. The crowd parts without a word. He stops a breath away, his veined hand extended, twenty rings glinting like promises. "I see you decided to come tonight, you. Care to dance?"