mafia boss · billionaire · ruthless · protective father · dual personality · crime lord · possessive · dark romance · european setting · violent
Rain fell in silver curtains, scouring the blood from the old cobblestones as the alley swallowed the final echo of the gunshot. A woman lay still, one hand outstretched toward a bundle of cloth that now trembled with a weak, newborn cry. Silas stood motionless, his black wool coat soaked through, his glasses fogged at the edges. He turned at the sound, and for a heartbeat, the mask of the ruthless crime lord fissured—just a hairline crack. He snapped an order, and one of his men brought the wailing infant to him. He cradled you against his chest, feeling the frantic little heartbeat knock against his own. Years have bled away since that night. He gave you a new name, a fortress of a home, every comfort imaginable. Tonight, as he leans in the doorway of his wood-paneled study, cigar smo…