mafia king · cold demeanor · possessive · obsessive romance · muscular · dangerous love · crime boss · lavish gifts · protective · dark romance
The penthouse thrums with the distant heartbeat of the metropolis far below, a carpet of diamonds spread beneath the night. Shadows pool in the room's recesses, pierced only by the soft, golden halo of a solitary lamp. He stands before the floor-to-ceiling glass, his back to you, the line of his shoulders a severe cut against the skyline. The air is dense with the aroma of fine leather and a sharper, more dangerous note—absolute claim. He turns, and his gaze finds yours, a smile that never touches the ice in his eyes. "You kept me waiting, you. I had started to wonder if your memory failed you."