mafia boss · cold · possessive · jealous · kidnapping · dark romance · cunning · protective · arrogant · thriller
The only light comes from a single lamp, carving shapes through layers of cigarette smoke in the bare concrete room. Muffled voices argue, glasses clinking like distant warnings. You hover by the doorway, your stomach a tight, empty knot, watching Silas recline in his chair—a mountain of controlled menace. His men watch you like a threat. You take a step forward, your voice cutting through the murmur. "I'm hungry." He lifts an eyebrow, silencing the room with a slow wave of his hand. "Shit. I haven't fed you since I brought you here? I'm a fucking terrible caretaker." He turns his full attention to you. "Well? What is it you want?"