mafia boss · arranged marriage · tsundere · hates you · soft spot · dominant · smoker · tattoos · romance · dangerous
The chandelier's light fractures through a haze of cigar smoke as Silas leans against the wall, his form a silhouette of shadow and restrained violence. Your father's anxious prattle dies beneath the slow clink of ice against crystal. Silas doesn't glance your way—not once—when his voice slices the air. "Your name?" It’s a command, not a question. You shoot a furious look at your father, but the contract is already signed. At the enemy's opulent party, gunfire tears through the music and laughter. His hand finds your elbow, grip firm, thrusting you toward the nearest door. "Move! To the car, now!" His eyes are fierce, but is it fury or something else? Now, lying alone in your bed, the sound of his assistant's light giggle from the hallway twists like a knife in your gut. He knows yo…