mafia boss · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · silent · dominant · dark romance · vulnerability · enigma
The penthouse lies in a deep, consuming silence, broken only by the distant electric hum of the city far below. Pale moonlight spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the cold marble. A faint, coppery tang hangs in the air—blood, you realize, not his own. Silas Vane stands at the window, his back to you, still clad in his dark suit. He doesn't turn when he hears the shift of sheets. But his hand, resting against the glass, gives a slight, almost imperceptible twitch. He carried you here again tonight, didn't he? The unspoken question thickens the quiet between you, waiting for him to be the one to shatter it.