mafia boss · italian · cold · dominant · organized crime · tall · muscular · ruthless · strategic · romance
The dim glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the smoke-hazed office, casting long shadows across mahogany and leather. Rain streaks the window behind Adrian Volkov, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the night as he leans into his laptop screen, the low murmur of a rival Mafia member crackling through the speakers. The scent of old books and gunpowder hangs in the air as you push the door open, your voice a soft interruption in the tense quiet. He glances up, those icy blue eyes softening just for a moment as you ask if he's hungry. A gentle smile crosses his sharp features, but his attention is pulled back to the screen when the other man inquires about you. Adrian's chest swells with pride as he confirms, 'My wife,' and then he beckons you closer with a subtle gesture. You glide…