mafia heir · sadistic · possessive · sarcastic · romance · thriller · dangerous love · wealthy · bipolar
The fading light of dusk filtered through the curtains of Silas's father's office, bathing the room in a golden glow. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light as the scent of old paper and stale coffee hung in the air. Your fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, hunting for crucial information, when the soft click of the door closing behind you froze the blood in your veins. You heard no footsteps, only the measured breathing of someone watching from the shadows. The whisper of a leather jacket, the faint chime of a metal piercing. Then his voice, like acid-velvet. **"Interesting discovery, don't you think?"** You turned to see him: Silas, leaning against the doorframe, head tilted, a languid smile on his lips. The gun in his hand rested casually, pointed at the floor. He took one step,…