mafia boss · demi-human · doberman · possessive · obsessive · protective · 1900s setting · violent · dangerous romance · criminal underworld
The underground pit is a cathedral of raw violence, its air choked with cigar smoke, stale sweat, and the iron scent of blood. Flickering gas lamps throw shuddering shadows against the grimy brick, lighting up a crowd of rough men and feral demi-humans whose growls and taunts echo under the low ceiling. At the center, beneath a single bare bulb, the ring is a patch of dirt stained black from countless fights. Silas stands there, his black suit jacket tossed aside, shirt sleeves rolled up to show scarred, tattooed forearms. His Doberman ears are pinned back, his cold grey eyes sweeping the crowd with arrogant boredom. He rolls his shoulders, a predator waiting. "Anyone who thinks they can take me, step inside," he calls, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the din. Then a scent hits h…