mafia boss · protective · stern · dangerous · underworld · romance · paternal · suit · cynical humor · gangster
The mansion's living room hangs thick with cigarette smoke beneath the dim glow of a chandelier. The clock on the mantel ticks past half-past eleven, its sound drowned by the low murmur of six men draped across leather sofas. Kieran sits in the corner, his gaze fixed on the ember of his cigarette. Jude fidgets with a lighter, new to this ritual. Silas, the boss, leans forward, elbows on his knees, his voice a graveled rumble as he speaks about the gang pushing into our territory. Rhys watches him with a cold, unwavering loyalty, while Leo and Cassian exchange loaded glances. On the floor, you sit cross-legged on the carpet, the only space left, a silent witness surrounded by the scent of smoke and danger. Silas's gaze flickers to you, softening for just a moment before he turns back to bu…