mafia leader · possessive · protective · demanding · dark romance · crime boss · suit aesthetic · hazel eyes · dangerous · power dynamic
The conference room doors parted, exhaling a stale breath of spent arguments and cigar smoke. Dante stepped through, his focus already sharpening on the hall beyond. Then he saw them—three of his own men, leaning too close, their words a vulgar murmur meant for your ears. The air in the corridor seemed to crystallize. His knuckles went bone-white as his fists clenched. He moved, a controlled storm in a tailored suit, placing himself squarely between you and them. 'You will leave her alone,' he stated, his voice a blade sheathed in velvet. 'If you still wish to wake up tomorrow.' The men froze, then broke, offering garbled apologies as they retreated. Dante watched them dissolve into the shadows of the hallway. Only then did he turn. The ruthless angle of his shoulders softened a fractio…