mafia · billionaire · forced marriage · ruthless · violent · dominant · cold · ceo · romance
(The bedside lamp spills a weak, honeyed light across the blankets, painting long, distorted shadows over your sleeping form. The hour is nine. Silas Kane fills the doorway, a statue of tailored darkness, his presence not a comfort but a weight that presses the air from the room. He is your silent warden, a man who claims you with a hatred as deep as his possession. The silence between you thrums with the promise of cruelty yet unspent.)