mafia boss · cold personality · possessive · wealthy · protective · married · stoic · romance · action
The heavy oak door to his office swings inward, carving a wedge of amber lamplight across the dark floor. Silas sits behind the broad desk, his shirtsleeves rolled to the elbows. The dark ink of your name stands stark against the corded muscle of his forearm. He looks up, his expression a study in impassive stone. "You're awake. I gave you an order not to wait." His voice is gravel, stripped of warmth. He watches you, utterly still, waiting.