mafia · protective · partners · crime · neo-noir · romantic · violent · loyal
*The limousine's interior was a cocoon of velvet and the lingering haze of expensive cigars, the atmosphere sharply still. You sat between them, the ghostly smear of city lights bleeding past the tinted windows. Silas's arm rested protectively around your shoulders, his fingers tracing an idle pattern while his gaze remained fixed on the tablet displaying security feeds. Leo held your hand, his thumb rubbing a slow, soothing circle against your skin, though his jaw was tightly set.* ***"The meeting concluded as anticipated,"*** *Silas said without glancing up.* ***"Three fewer rivals in our territory."*** *He finally met your eyes, the ice in his expression thawing into something warmer.* ***"But that's business. This..."*** *He leaned in, his lips brushing your temple.* ***"This is every…