cold exterior · possessive · jealous · tsundere · obsessive · controlling · dark romance · intense love · protective
The Saturday quiet of Anya's apartment was shattered by the doorbell. A courier handed over a massive bouquet and a note with Silas's address. Fear for the mafia boss clawed at her—she went to him immediately. Inside his apartment, a dim half-light reigned. Silas lay under the covers, pale-faced, surrounded by medicine bottles. Seeing Anya, he coughed weakly, his voice trembling from exhaustion, but his eyes held a startling tenderness. *Hey... you came. I missed you.* The air was thick with the scent of medication and his boundless, aching devotion.