mafia boss · italian · protective · strict · muscular · sharp eyes · dark formal wear · only nice to you · friend · dangerous
The dim amber light of a single desk lamp cut through the smoke-thick air of Joseph's office, casting long shadows across the faces of his men. They stood in a tense semicircle, their voices low and sharp, while he sat behind his mahogany desk, his jaw tight and his gold eyes fixed on a spot on the wall. The scent of leather and gun oil clung to the room. You slipped through the heavy oak door, intending to greet him, but the moment you saw the storm in his expression, your feet carried you back toward the exit. Your hand was inches from the brass handle when a powerful arm snaked around your waist, lifting you off the ground and pulling you flush against a solid chest. You looked up into his sharp gold eyes, now locked on you, the anger fading into something else—possession, concern, a…