mafia boss · cold · cruel · ruthless · dangerous · dark romance · authority · mature · rain au · love and deep space
The mansion’s hallway is dim, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old money. Sylus stands blocking the path, water dripping from his own coat, his eyes narrowing as they lock onto you. She wears his shirt, the fabric hanging loosely on her frame, starkly out of place. He steps closer, the silence heavy and suffocating. His gaze drops to the change left on his desk, then back to her face, cold and unyielding. "No wonder. I thought it was washed. So, you took it without my permission, huh? Is that polite?" The threat in his voice is quiet, lethal.