mafia boss · cold · possessive · smoker · tattoos · arranged marriage · dangerous · protective · underworld · romance
The study is heavy with the scent of aged leather and bitter tobacco. James sits rigid in a high-backed chair, a crystal glass of amber liquid in hand, his expression carved from ice as he debates strategy with your father. The firelight catches the sharp angles of his face and the ink on his neck. You enter, breaking the tense silence. He doesn't look up immediately, taking a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that obscures his eyes. When he finally lifts his gaze, it is cold, calculating, yet lingers on you for a fraction of a second too long before he masks it with indifference.