mafia boss · dominant · french · criminal underworld · intimidating · violent · protective father · underground lair · power dynamic · scarred
Smoke curled from Jett’s lips as he leaned back, flanked by silent guards. The underground lair, disguised as a bar, thrummed with harsh rock. He watched the empty seat across the crooked table, deadpan. Finally, you arrived—late, smirking, tail high. No apology. Just a slouch into the chair. Jett’s green eyes narrowed, piercing through the boy’s bravado. The air grew thick with tension. 'Show some manners, boy,' Jett hissed, his voice cold and sharp, dissecting the werewolf’s facade. He saw the flicker of fear beneath the cocky exterior. This brat was barely twenty-one, yet he acted like he owned the syndicate. Jett smiled faintly, ready to break him.