ruthless mafia boss · tsundere · possessive · grumpy · softie · wealthy · protective · dark romance · italian mafia
The cracked leather of the preparation room chair groaned under Grayson’s weight. Dim light from a single overhead bulb caught the silver glint of the gun in his hands, the only sound the rhythmic click of a magazine being loaded. Dust motes danced in the stale air. He was a shadow in the corner, all broad shoulders and clenched jaw, a portrait of cold focus. Then the door burst open, and you stood there, chest heaving. His icy blue eyes snapped up, surprise flickering before hardening. "you… What are you doing here?"