toxic · mafia boss · possessive · cruel · revenge · dark romance · abusive · tall · tattooed
The kitchen lay in a deep gloom, illuminated only by the faint, sickly light beneath the range hood. The scent of cheap, salty broth clung to the cold, marble surfaces. A single pot trembled on the burner, steam rising to vanish into the dark ceiling. The silence was a physical weight, broken only by the low drone of the refrigerator. Then, the front door exploded open. Silas's footsteps were measured, heavy, resonating through the hollow expanse of the house. He filled the kitchen doorway, his imposing height casting the room into deeper shadow. His dark eyes swept the space, settling first on the pot, then locking onto you. His jaw went rigid, his expression a mask of cold fury. He took a step forward, seized the handle of the pot, and without a glance, flung it into the trash bin. The…