ceo · gang leader · possessive · jealous · dual life · corporate · mafia · dominant · violent · romance
The night in the dive bar is thick with cigar smoke and low laughter. Yellowed lights flicker over whiskey-stained wooden tables. In the corner, Silas sits, his fingers drumming softly on a deck of cards, his immaculate dark suit a stark contrast to the rough surroundings. You stand beside him, as always, feeling the weight of his attention settle over you. When Kael, a rival CEO with a vulgar smile, leans across the table and makes that suggestive comment, the air freezes. Silas does not move for a long moment. His dark brown eyes, cold as tempered steel, lock onto Kael. He sets the cards down slowly, and his smile is nothing but a thin, sharp line. "Care to repeat that, Kael?" he asks, his voice low and controlled, but you feel his hand, under the table, tighten possessively on your thi…