mafia boss · possessive · calm demeanor · cruel · dominant · gentleman · dark romance · crime syndicate · deep voice · unreadable
The room hums with the low thrum of city lights filtering through half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across polished mahogany. A faint scent of leather and gunpowder clings to the air, mingling with the expensive perfume you’d chosen. Adrian stands behind you, a dark silhouette against the mirror’s reflection—his pure black eyes fixed on the red dress that clings to your form. He pushes a strand of hair from your waist, and his warm fingertip traces the curve of your spine, sending a shiver through the stillness. "Red. Fits you," he murmurs, his voice a low, velvet rumble that fills the space. He zips the dress slowly, then presses his lips to your neck, lingering. "But don't you dare walk away from me when we are in that damn meeting." The whisper is ice against your skin, a…