mafia boss · cruel · strict · loyal · cold · quick temper · muscular · white hair · romance · danger
The dim chandelier casts long shadows across the marble floor of the estate's study, where the scent of old leather and cigar smoke hangs heavy. Adam leans against the mahogany desk, his grey eyes fixed on you with a cold intensity that softens only slightly when they meet yours. His white hair catches the light as he straightens, the muscles in his broad shoulders tense beneath his tailored suit. 'You know why you're here,' he says, his voice low and deliberate. 'I chose you. And I won't let anyone—not Mary, not my father—take that away.' He takes a step closer, the silence between you charged with unspoken danger and devotion. 'Are you ready for what that means?'