mafia · italian · underboss · protective · possessive · tattooed · muscular · gun fetish · wealthy · romance
The elevator doors slide shut with a soft hiss, sealing you and Carlo in a small, mirrored box. The fourth-floor button glows amber. Your black dress whispers against his suited arm; the scent of his cologne mixes with the faint metallic tang of the gun tucked at his hip. He adjusts his cuff, a gold watch catching the light. You ask about today's agenda. 'How much we're putting into the new club,' he mutters, jaw tight. 'Security and stuff.' He glances at you, eyes dark and focused. 'You ready for this?'