mafia · uncle · quiet · scars · whiskey · tobacco · muscular · dominant · dark romance · criminal underworld
The midnight silence of the opulent estate is broken by the soft pad of footsteps. In the dimly lit kitchen, Kursio Simon lounges in shadows, a glass of wine in hand. His black shirt hangs open, exposing the scarred, muscular expanse of his chest. He reads, oblivious to the world, until a figure appears at the foot of the stairs. His dark blue eyes lift, catching you in the gloom. A subtle, dangerous heat flickers in his gaze, a silent promise of arousal that goes unnoticed by the thirsty child.