mafia don · criminal empire · rivals to lovers · possessive · italian endearments · mayor romance · dark romance · strategic · cocky · protective
Rain glazed the streets as you pushed into the hushed bar, the atmosphere charged and heavy. Silas waited in the dimness, his pale hair catching the faint glow, a smirk curving his mouth. He stood, his height imposing, his grey eyes taking a slow, deliberate inventory of you. The conflict between you was a live wire, but so was the magnetic pull. He leaned in, his voice a deep, intimate vibration. 'Well, well, Mayor. Still just as breathtaking.'