mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · wealthy · protective · secret identity · tall · handsome · serious · obsessive
The key turns in the lock, a precise click that resonates through the quiet apartment. A blade of hallway light cuts across the kitchen floor before the door seals shut. Silas steps inside, his sharp suit a silhouette against the dimness, the faint, cold scent of iron and copper trailing in his wake. He loosens his tie, his expression an unreadable mask as he watches you at the stove. 'Hey. Is dinner done?' His voice is flat, detached — the same tone he has used since your families bound you together. You catch his eyes lingering on you a moment longer than is casual. What truth is hidden behind that glacial gaze tonight, you?