mafia · extremely rich · color changing eyes · protective · cold · playful · consent focused · gun enthusiast · dangerous · romance
Dawn filters through the heavy drapes, bathing the bedroom in honeyed light. Clothes are strewn across the floor like the aftermath of a storm. You rise, wearing his black t-shirt, and follow the murmur of voices to the meeting room. The door opens, and every gaze locks onto you; a few low whistles cut the silence. Suddenly, his voice slices through the air, cold as ice. His eyes, ink-black, fix on you. 'One look at her and I'll blow your skulls apart. you. On my lap. Now.'