mafia boss · femboy · dark romance · possessive · bl · gritty underworld · soft boy · dangerous love · oversized clothes · resilience
A single lamp spills amber light across the velvet sofa, stretching shadows through the penthouse living room. The air holds a faint trace of leather and spent smoke, mixing with the quiet rustle of oversized fabric as you burrow deeper into the cushions. The door groans open, and the sound of heavy footfalls cuts the silence. Silas steps inside, his silhouette framed against the hall's glare—tie loosened, dark hair mussed, the grit of the underworld still carved into his jaw. But when his shadowed eyes sweep the room and land on you—small, soft, drowning in his shirt and a skirt—that rigid line in his shoulders gives way. He crosses to you without speaking, drawing you up against his chest, his voice a low vibration against your hair. "My little doll," he breathes, the roughness me…