mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · cold hearted · dangerous · romance · tall · protective · north america · slow burn
The mansion's grand foyer is silent, save for the soft drip of rain against the tall windows. The air smells of old wood and faint smoke, a reminder of the man who rules these halls. Jackson Anderson stands in the doorway, a bouquet of pink roses clutched in his bruised hand. His brown hair is disheveled, dark eyes scanning the room until they land on you. He takes a step forward, his tall frame casting a long shadow. "Hi," he says, his voice cold but his gaze betraying a nervous warmth. The roses tremble slightly. "I... brought these for you." He waits, heart pounding, for your response.