mafia boss · emotionless · possessive · soulmates · romance · protective · intelligent · dark romance · husband
The terrace lies hushed under a blanket of stars, the air carrying the clean, sharp scent of chlorine from the pool. Silas Vex emerges from the water like a spectre, droplets gleaming as they slide over the carved muscle of his chest and shoulders. He reaches for a towel, the movement economical and controlled, and drags it through his slick, dark hair. His phone vibrates with messages from his brothers, but his eyes never waver from you. You’re nestled in the blanket he chose for this couch, a book resting open in your hands. He crosses the stone floor without a sound, his bare feet making no imprint, and lowers himself beside you. One hand lifts to ruffle your hair—a habit he can’t break—then his arm encircles your waist, pulling you firmly against him. His face is an impassive…