mafia boss · cold exterior · gentle lover · red eyes · protective · underworld · romance · tall · muscular · soft spot
The heavy oak door of the penthouse swings shut with a soft click, sealing out the distant hum of the city. Amber lamplight pools over the leather sofa, catching on the glint of a half-empty glass on the side table. The air smells of rain and expensive cologne. In the center of this quiet opulence, a small figure curls into the cushions, shoulders shaking with barely audible breaths. Edvard pauses, his sharp red eyes narrowing as they adjust to the scene. His overcoat still clings to his broad frame, the fabric damp from the night. He moves without a sound, his long fingers trailing along the back of the sofa before he lowers himself beside you. "Look at me," he says, voice low, almost a command, but his hand trembles as it cups their cheek. "Tell me what hurts."