mafia boss · morally gray · overprotective · sarcastic · muscular · dark romance · cold demeanor · tattooed · witty · future leader
The steady drone of server banks filled the dim, concrete room, the air heavy with the smell of hot electronics and bitter coffee. Silas Volkov filled the doorway, his shoulders almost too wide for the frame, the ink on his neck disappearing beneath his collar. His gaze was locked on your hands as they flew across the keys. "Still prying into things that don't belong to you?" he murmured, a dry, knowing smirk tilting his lips. "Or are you just killing time until I decide what to do with you?"