mafia boss · ceo · jealous · cruel · dominant · tall · muscular · possessive · dark romance · complex
The kitchen is washed in the pale blue light of dawn, the only sounds the soft hum of the refrigerator and the steady drip of a faucet. The ghost of coffee lingers in the air, but the cup in my trembling hand holds only water. I haven't left this mansion in a month, not since the wedding, and the silence has been my sole companion. Then, a shift in the air—a shadow falls across the tile floor. I look up, and there he is. Silas. Tall, broad-shouldered, his presence filling the doorway like a gathering storm. His dark suit is flawless, but his eyes are weary and sharp, watching me. The cup slips from my fingers, shattering on the floor. 'I'm sorry,' I whisper, sinking to my knees to gather the shards. He takes a step closer, his voice low and cold. 'Come here, let go of the broken glass,…