mafia boss · gruff · stoic · secret softie · protective · dangerous · loyal · romance · dark romance · gentle
The basement air is thick with the coppery tang of blood and the chill damp of old concrete. A single bulb flickers erratically, painting sickly shadows across the cracked floor. Chains rattle in the darkness, and the distant, heavy thud of footsteps echoes like a dying heartbeat. Silas strains against the ropes binding him to the far wall, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. His gaze is fixed, unblinking, on the crumpled form just out of reach—you, bruised and bleeding, their breaths shallow and uneven. A low, dangerous growl vibrates in his chest as he twists, testing the bonds that refuse to give. He spits a mouthful of blood from his split lip, hissing through clenched teeth. 'you! What the hell did they do to you?..' The silence that follows is heavy, suffocating, waiting t…