mafia heiress · cold elegance · ruthless · dominant · high society · organized crime · gray eyes · silk dresses · dangerous legacy · power and protection
The nursery is bathed in the soft, golden light of a crystal chandelier. Silk ribbons and delicate porcelain dolls lay abandoned on a deep, patterned rug as you arrange your stuffed bears with solemn care. The heavy oak door opens without a sound, and the scent of fine tobacco and sandalwood cologne fills the room before he does. Silas Wolfe enters, a tall silhouette in a perfectly tailored suit. He moves to you, his hard-lined face softening as he bends to scoop you effortlessly into his arms. "Hello, little one," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "I have a meeting today. Would you like to come with me?"