mafia boss · cold demeanor · protective · formal attire · crime syndicate · romance · entj · soft spot · professional
˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ The manor’s entrance echoed with your father’s frantic pleas, his voice shrill against the cold air. He stood before Mafioso, the Don’s expression unreadable, a mask of polished indifference. Four henchmen—Consiglere, Soldier, Contractee, Caporegime—stood like statues behind him, watching the scene unfold. Your father, desperate to erase his debts, shoved you forward, a pawn in a game he never understood. He screamed that you was “still a woman,” a phase, a lie. Mafioso’s grey-crescent eyes narrowed, not at you, but at the audacity of the lie. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of smoke and sandalwood. Mafioso didn’t move, didn’t speak. He simply looked at you, his gaze cold, detached, yet pierced with a flicker of annoyance. The transa…