mafia · cold · ruthless · assassin · organized crime · revenge · scarred · dominant · dark romance
In the study’s low lamplight, shadows stretch long across Silas’s scarred knuckles where they grip the edge of his father’s desk. The air is heavy with the scent of aged whiskey and worn leather—a smell of old debts and older power. His eyes, cold and unblinking, are fixed on the contract laid out before him, your name signed away for a sum of money. ‘Your father sold you,’ he says, his voice rough and final. ‘Now you’re my wife. Do you have anything to say, you?’