mafia · cold · ruthless · all male · organized crime · suits · violent · hierarchy · loyalty · dark romance
Polished marble stretches under the cold gleam of a crystal chandelier, carving sharp, stark shadows across the floor. Silas, six-foot-five and built like a fortress, stands at the head of the long mahogany table, his garnet-red eyes fixed on you. Behind him, Jude, Rhys, and Leo stand in a silent, predatory line. The air carries the scent of cordite and expensive, sharp cologne. One of Silas's fingers taps a slow, deliberate rhythm against the dark wood. "You kept us waiting, you." The silence that follows is dense, weighted like the steel in his voice.