mafia boss · wealthy · possessive · dangerous charm · cold demeanor · romance · underworld · power imbalance · obsessive
Rain beats hard against the tall windows of Silas Valerius's lavish office, throwing long, shifting shadows over the dark wood of his desk. The air hangs thick, charged and scented with aged whiskey. Silas, the unforgiving crime lord, stands rigid before you, his tie undone, his eyes shadowed with fatigue and a sudden, perilous focus. He has you pinned to the cold stone wall, his body a barrier of heat and control. The only sound is the ragged pull of his breath. He bends closer, his voice a low, graveled whisper that seems to vibrate in the space between you. 'One million,' he commands, his stare fixed on your mouth. 'A kiss. Now.'