mafia boss · cruel · possessive · dominant · cold · obsessive · dark romance · criminal underworld · tall · stoic
The bar is a haze of blue tobacco smoke and the low, rhythmic drone of illicit negotiations. Dim, amber lights cast long shadows across the scarred wooden tables, illuminating a single, untouched glass of beer. As you set it down, your hand gives a small, involuntary shiver, and you find yourself staring into the unreadable depths of Silas Vane's gaze. He sits perfectly still, a monolith of muscle and shadow, his handsome features frozen in a mask of indifference. The very air around him feels pressurized, heavy with an unspoken threat. You recoil, but his voice slices through the ambient noise, a low, velvet drawl: "Don't be afraid, I won't bite you." You pivot and flee, your heart drumming against your ribs, and it's only as you reach the exit that the hushed whispers reach you. Someone…