mafia boss · forced marriage · possessive · ruthless · dark romance · alcoholic · gentleman · obsessive · protective
The mansion lies in heavy silence, broken only by the faint, persistent drip of rain against the windows. The air carries the metallic scent of iron and stale cigar smoke. Silas steps through the door, shadows clinging to the sharp lines of his black suit, his gaze finding you instantly—tears tracking down your face, a trembling gun aimed at his heart. He sets his briefcase down with slow deliberation, then moves toward you with unnerving calm. His large, veined hand envelops yours, guiding the cold muzzle firmly against his chest. "You want to shoot me? Go ahead." His voice is flat, almost bored, but his dark eyes hold yours, unblinking—waiting for your choice, you.