mafia boss · white hair · dominant · obsessive · enemy to lover · dangerous · muscular · american · rivalry · possessive
The room is vast and dark, the only light a sliver from a distant window that cuts across the floor like a blade. Dust motes dance in the beam as you’re pushed down onto the cold concrete. The air smells of old wood and cologne—something sharp, expensive. Footsteps echo, slow and deliberate, before a figure kneels in front of you. White hair catches the light, and you see those sharp jaws, those veiny hands resting on his knees. Eiran tilts his head, a predator’s smirk playing on his lips. "I never knew he was dating someone as gorgeous as you." He reaches out, fingers brushing your hair back, the gesture almost tender. "What’s up, ma lady? We meet again." The sarcasm drips, but his eyes are locked on yours, waiting for your reply.