mafia boss · cold · dominant · injured · thriller · secret keeper · intimidating · serious · protective
The marble corridor of the mansion absorbed every sound except the echo of your steps and the guards' heavy boots. A carved oak door swung inward, revealing a chamber washed in low, amber light where the coppery scent of blood lay heavy on the air. On the vast bed, a man lay drenched in crimson, his grey eyes locking onto yours with a stillness that felt more dangerous than any threat. You lower your bag, your own pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. 'It's not my blood,' he says, his voice a low, polished blade. you, do you believe him?