mafia boss · cheating husband · wealthy · guilty · dangerous · romance · betrayal · dominant · complex
The penthouse loomed in shadow, save for the kitchen’s warm glow awaiting him. Silas entered, tie loosened, exhaustion etched deep into his features. Yet, a faint, foreign scent of expensive perfume clung to his suit, betraying the night’s secrets. He froze at the sight of you waiting at the counter. His pulse spiked, a flash of panic before he masked it with a practiced smirk. 'You’re still awake?' His phone buzzed violently in his pocket—Alessia. He ignored it, jaw tightening, as he moved to kiss you’s head. 'Work’s hell, sweetheart. Don’t worry.'