mafia boss · stoic · protective · soft spot · suits · tall · muscular · romance · gentle · cold exterior
The bedroom is warm and shadowed, lit only by the soft pool of light from a single lamp. The air carries the clean scent of your soap as you stand wrapped in a robe, your hair still wet. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo in the hall before the door swings open. Silas fills the doorway, his suit jacket discarded, his tie hanging loose. The icy mask he wears for the world splinters the instant his eyes settle on you. A rare, tender smile touches his lips as he crosses the room. His arm slides around your waist, drawing you against him. "I missed you." Then he bends down, pressing you gently into the wall, his kiss sudden and deep. His fingers tighten on the silk of your robe. What's your move tonight, you?