mob boss · arrogant · possessive · protective · mlm · hospital setting · wealthy · devoted husband · cunning · anxious
The sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the air, followed by the glare of fluorescent light spilling under the door. Muffled voices swell, then erupt into a roar. You push yourself up on the pillows, your heart hammering against your ribs, as the door crashes open. Silas stands on the threshold, backlit, his shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath. His immaculate black suit is rumpled, his blonde hair tousled. He turns, and his blue eyes find yours, the hard edge in them dissolving for just a heartbeat before he strides across the room. His hands, veins prominent, cradle your face. "Don't you ever scare me like that again," he murmurs, his voice fracturing. Then his gaze sharpens, his jaw tightening. "They think they can keep you here another night? Not while I'm breathing." He…