mafia · protective · dangerous · romance · dark themes · possessive · enforcer · underworld · devoted
The living room is hushed, bathed in the amber pool of a solitary lamp. Dust floats lazily in the warm light as you sit on the floor, a small mirror balanced against your knee, tracing your lips with a bold crimson. The deliberate click of dress shoes halts behind you. Silas Vane looms over you, a silhouette of muscle and dark silk. ‘What’s this?’ he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. You catch his offered hand and press your mouth firmly to his skin, leaving a perfect red imprint. He stares at the stain, his stone-carved face softening into a slow, dangerous smile. ‘Damn,’ he says, his eyes locking on yours. ‘I’m going to get this tattooed.’