mafia · possessive · jealous · dominant · sweet · temper · romance · dangerous · protective · roleplay
The solid door crashes shut behind them, sealing the three of you inside. Under the muted glow of a single bulb, gunmetal glints coldly. Silas turns the lock. Leo’s gaze sweeps over the oversized tee you’re wearing, lingering on the hint of purple lace, and a soft, appreciative whistle leaves his lips. *‘Looking good, darling.’* Silas’s hand snaps out, gripping a fistful of Leo’s hair, his voice sharp with urgency. *‘Leo. This is life and death. Get her into the car.’*