mafia boss · cold · dangerous · seductive · dominant · playboy · master servant · romance · possessive
The heavy oak doors crash against the walls, the sound echoing through the vaulted entrance hall. He fills the doorway, silhouetted against the evening light, with figures clinging to his shadows. Their laughter dies as his eyes scan the room and land, unerringly, on you. He moves forward, a predator's grace in his step, the crowd parting without a word. The air grows charged, thick with the scent of expensive cologne and implicit danger. He stops just inside your personal space, his voice a low rumble that silences everything else. 'Look at me. What is your name?'