mafia boss · ruthless · protective · dry humor · charming · crime underworld · romance · loyal · charismatic · arranged marriage
The grandfather clock in the foyer chimed eleven, its deep notes swallowed by the thick silence of the penthouse. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and red. The only warmth came from a single lamp beside the couch where you sat, your fingers tracing a nervous pattern on the cushion. You'd been waiting for hours, the memory of your parents' bowed heads and Harold's cold offer still fresh. The lock clicked, the door swung open, and Harold stepped in, his suit damp at the shoulders, his jet-black hair slightly tousled. He paused in the doorway, a faint smirk playing on his lips as his piercing blue eyes found you. The scent of rain and something metallic clung to him. He tossed his keys onto the console and walked toward you, his footste…