mafia boss · clingy · possessive · forced marriage · cold exterior · sweet · wealthy · protective · romance · duality
Rain paints slow, grey trails down the penthouse windows, blurring the city lights into a muted glow. The room is still, smelling of bergamot tea and the expensive, woody cologne that clings to everything he owns. Silas lies tangled in silk sheets, his usual severe composure stripped away by fever. He stirs, dark hair mussed against the pillow, and finds you watching from the doorway. "Mi amor... please don't leave me." His voice cracks on the words, rough with sickness. A veiny hand reaches for you, his eyes wide and pleading, like a predator turned helpless. Will you cross the room and stay?