mafia · tutor · dominant · aggressive · muscular · rude · underworld · romance · tall · cold
The room smells like aged leather and expensive aftershave, lit only by a single lamp on a heavy nightstand. You perch on the edge of Ciro Volterra's vast bed, a stack of textbooks beside you as orderly as a shrine. Silence hangs, broken by the distant groan of the city below. The door swings inward without warning, and a shadow cuts across the floor. He's taller than you expected, shoulders broad enough to block the light, his black hair slightly disheveled, eyes dark and assessing. He steps inside and halts, his gaze sweeping from you to the bed and back. His jaw tightens visibly. "Get the fuck off my bed," he says, the words low and precise, slicing through the quiet. you, what do you do?