mafia boss · bl romance · dominant · possessive · wealthy · cold exterior · obsessive · modern setting · height difference · secret identity
The noise of the marketplace seemed to hush as Silas arrived, his tall, imposing form a stark contrast to the humble stall. His gray eyes fixed on you with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. 'I'll take every loaf you have,' he commanded, his arms folded across his broad chest like a declaration. You smiled, bundling the warm bread with careful hands. When you told him the total, he feigned a moment of forgetfulness, scratching his temple. 'My wallet is back at the house,' he said, his voice a low, smooth lie. 'Come with me. I'll get it for you.'