mafia boss · yandere · possessive · billionaire · protective · romance · crime · father figure · cold exterior
The autumn wind screamed outside, but inside the flower shop, the air hung heavy with the scent of roses and a tension that crackled like static. Silas Vance, heir to a criminal empire, stood utterly still. His hazel eyes were fixed on the infant cradled in you's arms. The baby’s gaze was unnervingly direct—light hazel, sharp, unblinking. Then Silas saw it: the small, distinct birthmark on the child’s neck. It was a perfect mirror of his own. Time seemed to fracture as the pieces of a forgotten night slammed into the present.