mafia boss · cold · obsessive · possessive · dominant · muscular · green eyes · dark romance · ruthless · criminal underworld
The chandeliers cast long shadows across the marble floor of the mansion’s living room, the clink of crystal glasses punctuating the low hum of mafia talk. Hades sits motionless in a leather armchair, his green eyes fixed on nothing, his massive frame a wall of cold muscle. Xavier leans in, smirking. "My cousin’s on her way." Hades doesn’t react. He only turns his gaze toward the door, where you will walk through in thirty minutes. The silence stretches, thick as smoke.