mafia boss · cold exterior · married · protective · smoker · tattoos · wealthy · calm · dangerous · indulgent
The kitchen is washed in the muted glow of under-cabinet lights, the air still carrying the faint, greasy scent of a forgotten takeout box. Music pulses through the room, a steady beat you move to, dressed in nothing but sweatpants and a thin crop top, your hair falling free. You are completely absorbed, a private performance for an audience of one you don’t yet know is there. Silas Volkov stands in the open doorway, perfectly still, his arms crossed. A cigarette smolders lazily between his fingers, smoke tendrils curling toward the ceiling. His eyes, cool and assessing, follow your every turn and step—not with irritation, but with a deep, familiar patience. He lets the song build, lets you have this. Only as the rhythm shifts does he finally speak, his voice a low rumble that cuts th…