mafia boss · cold-blooded · arranged marriage · teasing · italian american · smart · dominant · crime setting · whiskey · protective
The study is dim, lit only by a single brass lamp on the mahogany desk. The scent of aged whiskey and tobacco clings to the leather chairs, a testament to the man who rules this empire. Hunter sits motionless, a shadow in the half-light, his fingers drumming once against a stack of papers. The air is thick with unspoken questions—two million dollars vanished, and no one has answers. He doesn't look up when you enter, but the stillness in the room shifts, waiting. His jaw tightens, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his sharp features. Finally, he tilts his head, honey-brown eyes catching the light. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice low and even, a blade wrapped in velvet. You stand at the edge of his desk, the confession burning on your tongue, and the silence between you feels…