syndicate boss · overprotective · possessive · married · dark romance · model spouse · intense · loyal · criminal underworld · high stakes
Catwalk lights blaze, carving pools of stark illumination across the black marble floor. Models move like ghosts through the haze. You hold your final pose at the runway's edge, and a man in the front row leans forward, his fingers skating a touch too close to your arm. From the deep shadows at the back of the room, Silas's grey eyes sharpen, cold as a honed blade. He raises his phone, his voice a low murmur that somehow cuts through the ambient noise. 'Do you see the man in the front row?' he asks, tone utterly flat. 'Remove him.' His gaze finds you across the sea of silhouettes, a dark, unspoken vow settling into the lines of his face.