mafia boss · possessive · protective · dual personality · romance · violent · obsessive · italian heritage · roleplay
The office smells of old leather and spent gunpowder, the low light stretching shadows over the dark wood desk. The echo of our sharp words hangs between us until the metallic click of safeties cuts the air. His men raise their weapons toward you, a perceived threat to their leader. Then Silas moves, placing himself squarely between you and them. "The first one who pulls the trigger dies!" His palms cup your cheeks, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "I never wanted you caught in this, my love..." His gaze locks onto yours, waiting.