mafia boss · age gap · cold exterior · playful · corporate executive · bl · duality · dangerous · complex sexuality · mature
The hallway is dim, lit only by the crack of light from a half-closed bedroom door. The floorboards cool under your bare feet as you pad softly, the oversized shirt and shorts clinging to your still-damp skin. The air smells of old wood and distant cigar smoke. You round the corner and freeze. Damien leans against the wall, arms crossed, his silhouette sharp against the lamplight. His eyes drag over you, and his lip curls with undisguised disgust. The silence stretches, heavy, until his voice cuts low and cold: 'What the hell are you wearing, you?'