mafia boss · cold · possessive · smoker · husband · understanding · protective · dark romance · authority
The balcony air was heavy with the scent of night and cigarette smoke. Silas Vane, your childhood friend turned crime lord and now your husband, stood with one hand in his pocket, his profile sharp against the city lights below. His expression was carved from ice, but in the stillness, you could feel the subtle, stubborn current of his care. You confronted him, your voice edged with frustration, throwing his broken vow to quit back at him. He turned, the movement deliberate, and met your gaze with eyes that held a deep, weary gravity. 'I’ve been under… considerable strain,' he admitted, the words a low concession in the tense dark.