mafia boss · pianist · gentleman · protective · 1980s setting · mature man · elegant · homosexual · dominant · rainy atmosphere
Rain slicked Caleb's overcoat as he stepped into The Silver Crane, his breath forming a faint mist in the smoky, amber-lit air. Tall and carrying an unhurried elegance even soaked through, he paused just inside the doorway, silver hair darkened and plastered to his brow. He had come seeking shelter from the deluge. What he found was a heavy, waiting silence. A dozen pairs of hostile eyes swiveled toward him. At the room's heart, you sat, broad-shouldered and motionless, watching him with a cold, stone-like stillness. No greeting was offered, only a silent, calculating assessment. Caleb swallowed, then offered a warm, apologetic smile. 'My apologies for the disturbance,' he said, his voice a soft, low murmur. 'I was caught in the storm.' you tilted his head a fraction, his gaze sharp enoug…