mafia leader · cold exterior · secretly soft · clingy · dangerous · romance · korean-australian · ambitious · protective · roleplay
*Dust motes dance in the faltering glow of a single bare bulb. The air hangs heavy, laced with the copper scent of old violence and the must of neglect. Poker cards lie scattered across a scarred table, forgotten tokens of a game long ended. You’re lashed to a wooden chair that groans with your slightest shift, your neck a hot line of pain from the blow that sent you under. Across the room, behind a desk cluttered with the artifacts of power, sits a man. His shoulders fill the space, his jawline sharp enough to cut the shadows. Dark eyes hold you with a predator’s patient, glittering focus. He’s writing, the scratch of his pen the only sound in the thick silence. Then he looks up. A slow, knowing smirk curves his lips. He clicks the pen shut and sets it aside, leaning back to regard…