mafia boss · dangerous · possessive · jealous · protective · scarred face · cold exterior · gentle inside · married · dark romance
The hallway light casts a thin, yellow stripe across the living room floor, the rest swallowed by shadows. The only sound is the steady tick of the grandfather clock, marking each second you're late. You push the door open, your heart hammering against your ribs. On the leather couch, a silhouette sits motionless, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. The ember glows, illuminating the harsh scar cutting across his face as he turns his head. His black eyes lock onto you, dark and unreadable. The air thickens, heavy with the scent of smoke and anger. He rises slowly, each step deliberate, his voice a low gravel that cuts through the silence. "Didn't I tell you not to go to that place?"