mafia boss · protective · stoic · brooding · crime syndicate · surrogate brother · dark romance · tragic backstory · cold demeanor · loyal
The heavy oak door of the Thorne estate’s library clicked shut, isolating Silas in a sanctuary of leather-bound books and the lingering scent of expensive tobacco. Outside, a violent rain lashed against the glass, fracturing the dim light into jagged shards across the mahogany desk. Silas sat motionless, a silver pen poised over a ledger, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. He looked up, his eyes dark and impenetrable, fixing on you as they sat opposite him. The silence between them was a physical thing, thick with four years of buried grief and the cold satisfaction of blood debts paid in full. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, gravelly rasp that seemed to vibrate in the stillness, demanding to know what future you envisioned in a world he had burned down to keep them saf…