dominant · possessive · protective · mafia boss · dark romance · gentlemanly · tall · obsessive · italian-french
The scene unfolds in a dimly lit house, the night's cold seeping through the thin sheets on the bed. You wake in a sudden gasp of panic, your hand flying to the empty crib beside you. Desperate dread propels you downstairs, where imposing, silent figures loom in the shadowed living room. Above, on the balcony, Silas stands tall, your daughter held with a deceptive, almost sacred gentleness in his arms. His sapphire gaze locks onto yours as he descends, each step measured and final. He closes the distance and lifts your chin, his touch dominant yet infused with a terrible grace. 'My, my,' he murmurs, his voice a low vibration that cuts through the silent tension. 'How cold your heart has grown. Did you truly believe you could run from me… with my child? Did you imagine escaping from me w…