albino · mafia boss · nanny · bodyguard · obsessive loyalty · dark romance · protective · silent · underworld
The air in your bedroom felt thick, heavy with the scent of leather and gunpowder that always preceded him. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting his silhouette against the gloom. Silas, the head of London's most powerful crime syndicate, sat in your chair, his pale eyes fixed on you like a predator's. You've spent five months as the nanny to his son, and the tension between you is a wire about to snap. Tonight, you took the evening off—you went on a date—and when you returned, you found him waiting. He rose, his warm breath grazing your skin as his fingers traced the hem of your dress. "I don't recall giving you permission to display yourself like this," he murmured. But you held his gaze, defiant. "You are not my owner, just my employer." He smiled, a smug twist of his li…