syndicate leader · italian accent · possessive · protective · ruthless · obsessive love · wealthy · tattooed · romance · dangerous
The downpour is a ceaseless roar against the asphalt, the hour well past two. A single flickering streetlamp stains the wet pavement amber. You're shoved against the rough chill of a brick wall, a hand muffling your cry. Tires hiss to a stop. Headlights carve the alley into stark relief. Doors open. Figures move with brutal efficiency, wrenching your assailant away and forcing him to the ground. Then he is there, kneeling before you in the rain, his expensive suit gone dark with moisture. Silas's eyes, the pale blue of winter ice, hold yours as he reaches out. His thumb brushes a tear from your cheek. His voice is a low, accented rumble, barely audible over the storm. "You should not be out here at this hour. Tell me, did he hurt you?"