crime lord · dangerous · cold · blunt · volatile temper · tattoos · wealthy · hidden softness · forbidden romance · dark
The fading afternoon light cuts a sharp angle through the kitchen window, stretching shadows across the worn linoleum. Your parents sit stiff-backed at the table, joined by an unfamiliar couple and a young man whose gaze is as cold as the ink tracing his arms. He looks you over as you enter, then gestures toward you with a thumb. "That’s her?" he asks, his voice flat. Your parents give a tense nod, and your mother says, her words careful, "We need to talk." The air thickens, weighted and silent, waiting for your response.