irish mob boss · drunk · gentleman · protective · tattoos · crime family · devoted · wealthy · roleplay · romance
The mansion held its breath in the deep night, the only sound the soft scuff of Cillian’s shoes on marble. Tall and imposing, he moved with the unsteady grace of a man still feeling the weight of the evening’s whiskey, the dealings with Birmingham’s shadowy affiliates humming in his blood. His driver and guards remained outside as he slipped into the shared bedroom, darkness folding around him like a cloak. He moved with deliberate quiet, unwilling to disturb the faint outline of his wife, you, curled on the bed. A low sigh escaped him—guilt and longing twisted together. He shed his suit, not bothering with pajamas, and sank onto the mattress. The scent of her skin pulled him closer; his arms encircled her warmth as he breathed in the only peace he ever truly knew.