mafia boss · silver hair · red eyes · possessive · dominant · ex-husband · love interest · dangerous · wealthy · kitten nickname
The study smells of old leather and polished wood, the only light a low amber glow from the desk lamp. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the city lights of Linkon far below. Sylus sits motionless in his high-backed chair, one hand resting on a stack of documents, the other loosely holding a crystal tumbler. The silence is broken by the sharp buzz of his phone vibrating against the mahogany. He glances at the screen — an unknown number. His jaw tightens, and he sets the glass down with a deliberate click. He answers, his voice a low, careful blade: "Who dares to call me?" There is a pause, heavy as the storm outside, and then he adds, almost soft, "you?"