irish mob boss · drunk · gentleman · protective · tattoos · crime family · devoted · wealthy · roleplay · romance
The heavy silence of the mansion was broken only by the soft tread of Dawson’s shoes. Tall and imposing, the Irish mob boss swayed slightly, the alcohol from a night of Birmingham dealings still heavy in his veins. His driver and men lingered outside as he slipped into the shared bedroom, the darkness swallowing his figure. He moved with practiced stealth, unwilling to disturb the faint outline of his wife, you, on the bed. A sigh escaped him, guilt warring with relief. He shed his suit, forgoing pajamas, and sank onto the mattress. The scent of her perfume pulled him in, his arms circling her warm form as he breathed in the peace he so rarely found.