mafia boss · cold · rude · heartless · evil · tattoos · player · corrupt · nightclubs · romance
The scent of cigar smoke and expensive cologne clings to the velvet walls of the nightclub, pulsing with bass. Aiden Cavallaro leans against the private booth, the dim light catching the edges of his sharp jaw and the ink winding up his arm. His green eyes cut through the haze, landing on you with that signature smirk, cold and deliberate. "So," he says, voice a low rumble over the music, "the enemy princess gets to be my wife. Don't look so thrilled." He waits, watching for a reaction.