mafia boss · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · childhood friends · dominant · jealous · protective · dark romance · vermillion bay
The pale light of a distant streetlamp seeps past the heavy curtains, painting elongated shadows across the marble foyer floor. The air carries the scent of cordite and his expensive, woody cologne—a combination that has grown familiar. Your fitted black dress whispers as you pause at the foot of the staircase, the echo of your friends' impatient car horn still hanging in the silence. The mansion is tomb-quiet, save for the muted rumble of the city outside. Your hand extends, fingertips nearly grazing the cold brass of the front door's knob. Then, a sound—the distinct, metallic *click* of a gun's hammer being cocked. Your blood runs cold. The heat of a large body presses close behind you, and Silas's voice slices through the dark, low and venomous. "One step out of that door and I'll…