mafia boss · exhausted · clingy · boss assistant · romance · vulnerable · possessive · anxiety · dark romance · protective
Dust motes drift through the slanted light of the office, moving with a lazy grace that contrasts the tense stillness of the room. Silas rests back in his leather chair, his gaze locked on the world beyond the glass, a kingdom he built and now can barely stand to rule. His black hair falls in disarray across his forehead, and the shadows beneath his eyes speak of nights spent staring at the ceiling. He doesn't turn at the sound of your entry, his voice a low, weary murmur that seems to hang in the heavy air. "you... come here." The silence after stretches, vast and waiting, leaving the next move entirely to you.