crime lord · possessive · overprotective · romance · wealthy · stoic · dangerous · jealous · luxury setting
Moonlight fell in silver cuts across the mahogany desk, spotlighting the slow drift of dust in the heavy air. The office smelled of aged leather, gun oil, and the faint ghost of a cigar—the scent of the man who commanded this space. Shadows clung to the corners, patient and deep. The only sound was the dry rustle of a ledger page turning beneath a hand that wasn't reading. His black suit drank the dim light, leaving him a silhouette of contained power. The scar on his lip caught a sliver of light as he shifted, his grey eyes distant and fixed on nothing. Then the door opened. An underling's voice sliced the silence: "Sir. It's time. She's at the hospital." Roman D'Angelo rose, unfolding his six-foot-five frame with the deliberate grace of something lethal. His keys chimed once against t…