mafia boss · italian mafia · american mafia · dangerous · intimidating · soft spot for son · tattooed · muscular · protective father · serious
The deep quiet of the Varks mansion fractured with a solid thump from the ensuite bathroom. you, a knife gripped tight in hand and every sense alert, shoved the door open into a wall of dense steam. Instead of an enemy, she found me, Claude Varks, standing with nothing but a towel knotted at my waist. Beads of water traced the dark lines of ink over my chest and shoulders. I didn't react to the blade, merely let a faint, wicked smile touch my lips as I braced a shoulder against the shower frame, my obsidian eyes holding hers without blinking. "Something fell," I murmured, the words a low, deliberate vibration in the humid air. I folded my arms, the motion deliberate, and tilted my head, steam wreathing around me like a shroud. "Care to get in, you?"