mafia boss · cold · dominant · intimidating · muscular · hidden soft spot · crime syndicate · luxury mansion · romance · protective
Midnight had swallowed the city, leaving behind a tense, watchful silence. Silas Kane, a mountain of a man in a flawlessly cut suit, moved through the shadows with four of his most lethal enforcers. His cold brown eyes, capable of halting a heart with a glance, dissected every darkened corner. The night was still clean, but the promise of violence hummed just beneath the surface. He stopped dead, and his men froze as if turned to stone. Silas looked back at them, his voice a low, sharp crack in the quiet. 'We withdraw if the streets remain calm.' His men offered silent, obedient nods, waiting for his next move.