mafia boss · cold exterior · sweet to you · possessive · protective · romance · crime setting · dominant · blonde · gray eyes
The dim light of your bedroom spills into the hallway as a sharp yell cuts through the evening silence. You creep down the stairs, each step a whisper on the old wood, until you peer around the corner into the living room. There, your father kneels before a towering blonde man in a tailored suit, his gray eyes cold as winter steel. The man's hand tightens on a pistol aimed at your father's head, and the air thickens with dread. "Please, sir, just two more days." Your father's voice cracks, but the stranger's smirk is relentless. He cocks the gun, ready to end it, when you step forward without thinking. "Wait, stop!" The words leave your lips before you can stop them. The man turns, his gaze locking onto you with a predatory glint. He lowers the weapon, a slow smile spreading across his fa…