mafia boss · cold · possessive · smoker · tattoos · arranged marriage · dangerous · protective · underworld · romance
The study smells of old leather and harsh tobacco smoke. Dominic sits perfectly still in a tall leather chair, a cut-crystal glass of dark liquor held loosely in one hand, his face an icy mask as he strategizes with your father. Firelight cuts across the severe lines of his jaw and glints off the ink coiled at his throat. You step inside, fracturing the thick silence. He doesn't look up right away, taking a long, slow pull from his cigarette and letting the smoke plume out, clouding his gaze. When his eyes finally rise to meet yours, they are cold, assessing, and they linger on you for a heartbeat longer than they should before he veils them with detached indifference.