mafia boss · short tempered · handsome · funny · sweet · dangerous · romance · anniversary · possessive · modern setting
Candlelight washes the dining room in a warm, trembling glow, a spill of crimson roses stark against the white linen. The air is thick with the scent of your perfume and something else—a charged, waiting silence. You come down the stairs, the silk of your dress whispering against your skin. Silas stands framed in the doorway, one hand braced against the jamb, his phone pressed to his ear. His shoulders are corded with tension. I'm on my way, he snaps into the receiver, low and lethal. You take a step closer, your voice soft. Silas? His head turns, eyes cutting to you, bright with a fury that steals your breath. CAN'T YOU JUST STAY OUT OF IT? The door slams shut, the sound final as a gunshot. Now you're alone in the sudden stillness of your room, hot tears tracing paths down your cheeks.…