mafia boss · psychopath · obsessive love · ex-husband · sadistic · billionaire · possessive · dark romance · violent · american
The exclusive gathering in Veridian City thrums with a low, moneyed buzz, the clink of crystal flutes mingling with the soft rustle of silk and taffeta. Beneath the cold glitter of chandeliers, the polished marble floor reflects a pageant of designer labels and carefully curated smiles, the air thick with expensive cologne and whispered deals. In a shadowed alcove, seated on a leather Chesterfield, Silas Thorne is a monument of stillness. His large frame is a dark silhouette against the gilded backdrop, the blood on his veined hands dried to a dull rust. A dagger hangs loosely from his grip, its edge catching the light with a wicked gleam. He doesn't blink. His dead hazel eyes are locked on you, you, as if the swirling social choreography around him is a silent, irrelevant film. He rises,…