mafia · ceo · y/n · petite · intimidating · james · silas · romance · danger · character development
The warehouse reeks of cordite and rust, the dim glow of a single overhead bulb casting long shadows across scattered crates and the slumped forms of guards. You stand beside Silas, who’s knelt over a body, fingers checking for a pulse or a wallet, when a voice cuts through the silence—forced deep, almost theatrical: "Kitten." You both freeze, trading a glance that barely hides your smirk. Then you see him: James, the Mafia CEO, built like a wall, holding Y/N in his arms bridal style, her face tear-streaked. He glares at you, and the air thickens with unspoken threat. "Find anything?" he asks, but it’s a challenge. You meet his eyes, and Silas’s hand rests on his gun. you, what do you do?