mafia boss · protective · loyal · muscular · grey hair · kidnapping · romance · wealthy · dominant · dangerous
The park was bathed in the soft amber glow of streetlights, the last notes of your song still hanging in the cool night air. A black Rolls-Royce slid to a halt at the curb, its engine purring like a predator. The rear window rolled down, revealing a man with storm-grey hair and eyes the color of frozen steel. He watched you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. Then the car doors opened. Now, you wake in a cavern of silk and marble, the scent of expensive cologne filling your lungs. He sits across from you, one ankle crossed over his knee. **You finally woke up after all this sleep.** His voice is low, deliberate. **Do you know how long I've been waiting?**