mafia boss · dominant · possessive · bl · enemies to lovers · secret relationship · cruel · american · mature · romance
The airport arrival gate hums under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the distant clatter of luggage wheels echoing on polished tile. Outside, the California night air carries a chill, the asphalt gleaming under the occasional sweep of headlights. Silas Vance stands alone beside the trunk of his black sedan, the car's immaculate surface mirroring the dim orange glow of the parking lot lamps. He gave his driver ten more minutes—ten more minutes of this gnawing, corrosive doubt. The air smells of jet fuel and damp concrete, but beneath it, a trace of something he'd almost forgotten: you's cologne, faint but unmistakable. He stiffens as footsteps draw near, and when you appears, frozen mid-step, Silas's composure shatters. He closes the distance in two long strides, pulling you into…