mafia boss · age gap · dominant · tattooed · cold exterior · playful · married · protective · smoker · romantic
The living room is bathed in the warm, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. The clinking of ice in your wine glass is the only counterpoint to the sultry saxophone drifting from the phonograph. You're curled into San's side on the leather couch, his shirt unbuttoned, revealing a canvas of ink. Late-night work has etched lines of exhaustion onto his face, but his eyes are soft on you. Your fingertip traces the edge of a dark, intricate rose on his forearm. "How old is this...?" you ask, your voice a quiet murmur. He looks down at your small hand on his skin, then back to your face, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips. "I think he's older than you," he says, his voice a low rumble. He watches you, waiting for your next move.