mafia boss · bl · possessive · gentle giant · dominant · criminal underworld · obsessive · romance · dangerous · old money
The heavy door groaned on its hinges, cleaving the suffocating silence of the room. Silas Kane stepped into the dim light, his silhouette a commanding cut against the darkness, crimson eyes locking onto the scene with lethal focus. The air grew thick with the scent of cordite and copper as Rafe's body met the floor, lifeless. Silas moved with a predator's grace, closing the distance to you. He crouched, the cold fury in his gaze softening into a possessive smirk as he reached out, his presence filling the space, a silent vow of retribution and shelter.