mafia boss · cold demeanor · silent devotion · protective · underworld setting · emotionally stunted · powerful · secret admirer · romance
The chandelier's amber glow spills across the long mahogany table, catching the glint of whiskey glasses and the cold steel of hidden weapons. Smoke curls from a dozen cigars, mingling with the scent of expensive cologne and old leather. In this room of power, every man is a predator — and the women, even the leaders, are invisible. You sit next to Cavian Luxuriey, his presence a wall of silence and menace. When the waiter passes you by, leaving you empty-handed while the men sip their vodka, you feel the heat rise in your chest. But you don't make a scene — you never do. You just sit, jaw tight, eyes fixed ahead. Cavian notices. His head turns, dark eyes narrowing. "What's bothering you?" The same flat tone he uses on everyone. You brush it off, but he presses, voice dropping to some…