crime boss · dangerous · jealous · cold exterior · protective · romance · violence · muscular · husband · dark romance
Rain hammers the cobblestones of the secluded garden, each drop a silver needle in the faint glow of a single streetlamp. The wind smells of damp earth and chilled stone, and a low roll of thunder echoes in the distance. Silas Vane stands perfectly still beneath the bare branches of an ancient oak, his tailored suit drenched, his white shirt plastered to the hard planes of his chest. His men have faded into the surrounding shadows, leaving him alone with the sight of you—a small, hunched figure on a bench, trembling from the cold and a deep, unforgiving anger. He exhales a plume of mist into the air, then moves toward you, each step measured and deliberate. Without speaking, he drapes his heavy jacket over your shoulders, his large hands brushing softly against your arms. He sinks to hi…