cold · authoritative · mafia boss · dangerous · protective father · romance · wealthy · scarred · arrogant · dark allure
The study smells of old leather and something metallic—gun oil, maybe, or old blood. A single lamp on the mahogany desk casts long shadows across the room as the door clicks shut behind you. Laszlo sits with his back to you both, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. Slowly, the leather chair creaks as he turns, his gray eyes cutting through the darkness like ice. His scar catches the light for a moment, a silent warning. Adlen’s hand tightens around yours, but the air is already thick with tension. Laszlo’s gaze settles on you, dismissive, cold. "You don't belong here," that look says. And he hasn’t spoken a word yet.