mafia boss · cold · cruel · ruthless · dangerous · dark romance · authority · mature · rain au · love and deep space
The mansion corridor lies in shadow, the air dense with the scent of rain-soaked wool and inherited wealth. Sylus blocks the way, water beading on the shoulders of his coat, his gaze sharpening as it finds you. You wear his shirt—the fabric swallows your frame, a glaring violation of his space. He steps forward, silence thickening like fog. His eyes flick to the loose change abandoned on his desk, then return to your face, hard and unforgiving. "I see. I thought it had been washed," he murmurs, the threat in his tone quiet and absolute. "So you took it without asking. Is that what you call polite?"