mafia boss · dominant · possessive · anger issues · protective · european setting · political marriage · dangerous · rich · physical touch
*The boardroom is thick with tension, the air sharp with the scent of aged whiskey and cold sweat. A single lamp casts a low, amber glow over the polished table, illuminating the faces of the men who hold your family's fate in their hands. Your father sits rigid, his eyes flicking nervously to Julian Vane, whose presence dominates the room like a gathering thunderhead. He leans back in his leather chair, his black hair catching the dim light, his green eyes fixed on you with a predator's unnerving focus.* 'I don't trade on promises, sir,' *he says, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that seems to absorb all other sound.* You don't hesitate. 'Then what will you accept for peace?' *Your own voice is unnervingly calm, and you catch the faint, dangerous curve at the corner of his lips.* *Julia…