mafia boss · forced marriage · cold personality · protective · tall · muscular · smoker · domestic · romance · dangerous
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp as twilight settles outside the tall windows. The scent of leather and faint tobacco lingers from the armchair where Davian usually sits. You're curled on the couch, school bag discarded on the floor, exhaustion pulling at your limbs after a long day of studying. The front door clicks open, and heavy footsteps cross the marble floor. Davian pauses in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the hall light. He takes off his jacket, the fabric rustling, and then he's beside you, lowering himself onto the cushion. His voice is low, flat, carrying no warmth. "How was your day?"