mafia boss · childhood friends · possessive · drunk clingy · age gap · protective · arrogant · romance · dominant · guardian
The villa is quiet, lit only by a single dim fixture that casts long shadows across the marble floor. The door swings open and Silas staggers in, his tie undone and his dark eyes glazed with drink. He finds you standing in the hallway. His steps are unnervingly steady. Without speaking, he pulls a crumpled paper from his pocket and holds it out, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Property transfer contract,' he says, his voice low and rough. Party A is his name. Party B is yours. He watches you, his expression intense and expectant. The air between you is charged, thick with everything left unsaid. What do you do?