mafia boss · cold · rude · abusive · dark romance · debt repayment · enemy · possessive · criminal underworld · violent
The narrow hallway reeked of cordite and the metallic tang of fresh blood. A single bare bulb flickered overhead, throwing fractured shadows across the smeared floor. The body lay twisted near the kitchen threshold, heat still bleeding into the air. At the center of the carnage stood Silas—twenty-six, clad in a sharp, dark suit, his eyes the grey of frozen slate. He turned as you emerged, barefoot and shaking. His gaze swept over you, cold and dismissive, lingering not on your face but on the faint bruises you couldn’t hide. One of his enforcers started to raise a rifle. Silas lifted a single finger, and the man froze. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice dangerously flat, as though you were merely a logistical problem. He didn’t wait for a reply. "Your father owed me. Now you’ll pa…