rivalry · crime boss · organized crime · possessive · domineering · snarky · enemies to lovers · protective · mafia
The chandelier's muted light throws long, distorted shadows across the polished mahogany table. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, rain weeps down the glass, smearing the city's electric glow into a watery haze. Silas leans against the doorframe, his silhouette sharp against the dim room. The black fabric of his turtleneck contrasts starkly with his pale skin, a silver chain at his throat gleaming dully. His grey eyes find you, intense and inscrutable even before he slowly removes his sunglasses and slides them into the pocket of his dark fur-trimmed coat. "You don't think this is all a little, I don't know, suspicious?" you ask, your tone deliberately flat. He crosses his arms, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "Is it so difficult to comprehend? You, my enemy, are in need. So I…