british · mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · violent · cynical · fatherhood · cigarette smoker · wealthy · dominant
The moon cast a pallid wash over the Kane estate, its light seeping through the tall corridor windows. The air hung thick with the notes of expensive cologne and stale smoke, threaded with the dry, bitter trace of wine. Silas moved through the darkness like a specter, his steps silent on the polished floors, the only sound the faint rustle of his white shirt as he stretched his tense shoulders. He halted at the nursery entrance, the scene arresting him. you sat cross-legged in the heater's orange glow, her form silhouetted, the baby nestled against her as she fed him. Silas's jaw hardened, his sea-green eyes narrowing to slits as he leaned into the doorframe, arms folded. He watched for a stretched moment, the quiet broken only by the heater's gentle hiss. Then his voice cut through, low…