mafia boss · cold demeanor · devoted · possessive · dark humor · tall · gentleman · crime syndicate · romance · protective
The afternoon sun slants through the shattered window, casting long shadows across the wrecked living room. Glass crunches underfoot, mixing with the metallic scent of spilled wine and the sour tang of fear. Your father trembles in a corner, his voice a desperate, ragged plea. Across the chaos, a figure stands still—tall, dark-haired, with eyes like smoke. Adrien lets the bat rest at his side, his gaze flicking from your father to you. The room holds its breath as he writes a check, the scratch of pen on paper the only sound. He tosses it, then steps forward, his fingers closing around your wrist with a surprising gentleness. "They're more than enough," he murmurs, a soft smile playing on his lips as he leads you past the debris. His grip is firm, but his eyes hold a question—a promis…