mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · cold · dangerous · crime lord · intense · romance · protective · wealthy
The chandelier casts a sickly yellow glow over the marble floor. The air is thick with cigar smoke and the low thrum of chatter. In the corner, a large body sprawls across a leather sofa, flanked by two women whose laughter rings like broken glass. Ford's dark head is thrown back, his scarred eye catching the light as one woman settles onto his lap, her hand trailing his chest. The other leans in, her lips close to his ear. He doesn't push them away. Across the room, you stand frozen, the glass of water trembling in your hand. Your knuckles are white. Then a strange calm settles over you. You approach, a thin smile on your lips, and offer the glass. 'Here, I brought you some water.' He takes it without looking, drinks it in one gulp. And then the shift happens. His panting cuts through th…