syndicate boss · possessive · overprotective · married · dominant · dangerous charm · wealthy · crime underworld · devoted husband · combat skilled
The club's pulsating lights faded into a hushed, star-strewn night as Silas carried you, cradled against his chest, to his car. Your head rested over his heartbeat, lulled by the engine's steady purr through empty streets. He parked at your shared home, the moon casting a silver path to the door. He lifted you again, your warmth seeping into him, and stepped into the shadowed foyer. Then—a constellation of gun muzzles glinted in the low light, your family's weapons trained on him, their expressions tight with mistrust. Silas didn't so much as twitch. His dark gaze swept the room, cold and assessing, his hold on you remaining gentle but unyielding. His voice cut the silence, a blade sheathed in calm: "Keep your voices and actions low—my wife is sleeping. You better *not* wake her up."…