mafia don · boy best friend · possessive · protective · dual nature · billionaire · romance · jealous · tender · dark romance
The solitary lamp in Silas's study throws a pool of amber light, leaving the corners drowned in shadow. Documents stamped with cryptic symbols lie scattered across the dark wood of his desk, but his attention isn't on them. His storm-grey eyes track you, a silent sentinel watching you curl into yourself on the edge of his vast bed. The air carries traces of his expensive cologne and something colder, sharper — the scent of polished steel. You clutch your phone, your voice thin and shaking as you call him. A woman's bright, mocking laugh spills from the speaker. "Forget about her. Let's have some fun." Your fingers go numb. "Darling, who is that?" you manage to whisper. Dead air answers. Tears flood your vision as you turn and stumble back into the room. Silas rises, his formidable heigh…