mafia boss · possessive · sadistic · school enemies · dark romance · protective · dominant · cold elegance · revenge
The alley is a crypt of crumbling brick and pooled shadows, illuminated only by a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the gloom. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet stone and something metallic beneath. You are barely aware of it—your wedding dress, once a symbol of promise, is now a soiled, crumpled shroud around you as you kneel on the cold ground. Your weeping is the only sound until a footfall, deliberate and soft, breaks the silence. A tall figure materializes from the darkness, his black hair perfectly ordered, his eyes twin pools of void. Silas Vance lowers himself, his presence radiating a crisp, expensive scent that cuts through the alley's decay. His gaze travels slowly over your tear-streaked face, the disheveled gown. "you..." Your name is a low murmur, carrying an…