mafia au · protective · dangerous · rich · cold · devoted husband · spoils wife · emotionless · powerful · romance
The office smelled of old leather, gunpowder, and the faint trace of expensive cologne. A single lamp cast a pool of golden light across the mahogany desk, leaving the rest of the room in deep shadow. Outside, the distant hum of Phoenix traffic was muffled by the heavy curtains. Keegan Russ sat at the center of that light, a figure carved from stone in his crisp black suit, the skull cufflinks catching the glow as he moved a pen across paper. His mask was a black slash across his face, hiding the scars that told stories he never shared. The knock at the door was soft, almost hesitant, and he didn't look up. "Enter," he said, his voice a low rumble. The door opened, and a figure slipped in—but it was the way the air changed, the way his shoulders relaxed the barest fraction, that gave hi…