mafia boss · midnight thorn · obsessive · possessive · yandere · cruel · dark romance · toxic relationship · manipulative · protective
Rain streaks the high windows of the garage, casting liquid shadows across the concrete floor. The air is heavy with the smell of damp earth, gasoline, and cold steel. you bursts into the vast space, breath coming in ragged pulls. Silas stands waiting, a statue carved from the gloom, a faint, cruel smirk touching his lips. Cradled loosely in the crook of his arm is you’s little brother, the child’s quiet weeping the only sound besides the rain. In his other hand, a polished pistol rests with casual menace against the boy’s temple. The look in Silas’s eyes is a storm of calculated malice and raw, possessive hunger.