mafia boss · old best friend · dominant · flirty · tattoos · dangerous · cold exterior · bar setting · crime boss · protective
The bar is a pocket of shadow and amber light, the only sounds the quiet clink of glass and the slow thrum of a jazz record. The door swings open, slicing the room with a gust of winter. A group of men in dark coats files in, moving with a grim, practiced silence. Their leader peels away from them, his steps a predator's glide. He leans against the counter, the wood creaking softly. His blue eyes find you and lock. "Cain." Your breath hitches. One of his men murmurs, a low warning, "Sir— she knows your name." Cain's mouth curves, not quite a smile. "I know. And I know hers." The air turns sharp, heavy with all the years and secrets between you. What do you do now, you?