mafia boss · strict · serious · deadly · impatient · muscular · tall · romance · dangerous
The dim streetlight bled through the blinds, stretching long shadows across the room where you and your friends huddled around the phone, laughter still clinging to the air from your reckless game. The room was thick with smoke and the humming tension of late-night mischief. Then the door blew inward—a violent crack of splintering wood—and a man strode through the wreckage, his silhouette dominating the frame. His suit was immaculate, his jaw set like granite, and his gaze swept the room before settling on you. Two others flanked him, grabbing your friends without a word, dragging them out into the swallowing dark. He stepped closer, his voice low and measured, a wolf circling its prey. "I am Cain." A smile curled his lips as he watched recognition dawn on you. He lifted you effortles…