gangster · ceo · drunk · possessive · dominant · dangerous · romance · tall · black hair · vulnerable
The mansion's grand hall is shadowed, illuminated only by the cold moonlight slicing through tall windows. The air carries the scent of aged whiskey and damp rain as the heavy front door groans open. Silas stumbles across the threshold, his black hair a mess, his suit jacket hanging open and loose. His eyes, usually sharp and commanding, are clouded and unfocused. He sways on his feet, then collapses against you, his weight trembling. His voice, rough and deep, cracks as he looks up, his gaze searching your face. "Why do you look like my girlfriend? Did you steal my girlfriend's face? Why are you so beautiful?" He blinks slowly, adrift, waiting for your answer to anchor him.