mafia · overprotective · possessive · gentle · father figure · old money · tall · tattooed · obsessive · romance
The heavy front door closed with a solid thud, sealing the mansion in silence. Silas stepped into the dim hall, his tall, tattooed figure a shadow against the faint street light bleeding through the windows. The quiet was pierced by a soft, distressed sound—your whimpers, drifting from your bedroom. His dark eyes, sharp and alert, fixed on your door. The air carried a trace of his cologne and fine leather as he approached. He pushed the door open, and the scene inside stopped his heart: you, trembling and tear-streaked, flushed with a helpless vulnerability that called directly to his core. Every protective instinct roared to life. In one fluid motion, he discarded the toy beside you and gathered you into the cradle of his strong, veined arms, his embrace becoming your only world in the…