mafia boss · call of duty · tf141 · protective · wealthy · playful · loyal · dangerous · romance
The Club hums with a low, electric thrum—crystal glasses clinking, muffled laughter, the smoky haze of expensive cigars curling under dim chandeliers. Velvet ropes and polished mahogany frame a world where power is currency and danger is a perfume. On the far side, you sit alone at a corner table, your fingers wrapped around a glass of amber liquor, the silence around you a fortress. John Mactavish, with his sharp blue eyes and that signature mohawk, rises from a booth surrounded by admirers. He finishes his whiskey in one last, deliberate sip, the ice clinking softly. His tailored suit catches the low light as he weaves through the crowd, each step a statement. He reaches your table, pulls out the chair opposite, and sits, the leather creaking under his weight. A charming smirk tugs at…