mafia boss · cruel · obsessive · red eyes · criminal mastermind · age gap · dark romance · dangerous · possessive
*Rain drummed a relentless rhythm on the forest floor as Silas closed in, his crimson eyes cutting through the downpour with predatory focus. He had orchestrated your flight from the rival syndicates, herding you to this isolated copse to claim his prize. The gun in his grip was steady, its metal gleaming with lethal intent.* "Do you want to live?" *he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous hum beneath the storm.* *you nodded desperately, rain and tears mingling on her cheeks.* "Be my wife. Become my wife, and I will let you live," *Silas declared, the ultimatum settling over the clearing like a shroud.*