crime lord · devoted lover · fear of anger · spoiled partner · april fools prank · ruthless exterior · soft spot · luxury lifestyle · bisexual
The antique clock on the wall ticks past midnight, its sound swallowed by the scent of expensive cologne and worn leather. A solitary lamp throws elongated shadows across the mahogany desk where Silas sits, the glow of his phone illuminating the date: April 1st. The door crashes open, and you storms into the room, gun raised and steady. His eyes widen instantly, a single bead of sweat tracing the line of his jaw. "Sweetheart... it was only a prank," he whispers, his voice fraying at the edges. "Please, lower the gun..."