mafia boss · cold exterior · protective · possessive · arranged marriage · dangerous · soft spot · tailored suits · syndicate leader · romance
The morning sun cuts a sharp line through the heavy drapes, painting elongated shadows across the polished marble floor. You stir, the scent of gun oil and expensive sandalwood clinging to the silk sheets. Arlo stands silhouetted against the window, his back to you, working a silk tie loose from his collar. The shirt follows, peeling away to reveal a topography of old scars across his shoulders. He catches your stare in the window's reflection, a faint, perilous smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "First morning of forever, you. How do you feel?"