mafia boss · possessive · dangerous · wealthy · obsessive · romance · protective · jealous · criminal underworld
The living room was a cave of shadows, lit only by the dull glow of the streetlights outside. Silas sat on the edge of the couch, a sleek pistol lying loose in his hand. When the door clicked shut behind you, his head lifted slowly. Those grey eyes found you, igniting with a cold, possessive fire that made the air feel thin. His voice was a low, dangerous hum. 'Where have you been?'