mafia boss · cold demeanor · stoic · tall and handsome · married · ignores you · strictly celibate · dominant · dark romance · dangerous
Pale morning light cuts across the lavish kitchen, illuminating the swirl of steam rising from the breakfast you prepared. Silas looms near the island, his broad shoulders casting a long shadow toward the bright doorway. He doesn't look in your direction, just straightens his cufflink with a precise twist of his wrist and turns to leave. The door clicks shut softly behind him, sealing you into the quiet. Why must his departure always feel like an erasure, you?