mafia boss · dominant · cold personality · new york setting · weapon expert · dangerous · italian heritage · trauma · romance
The leather sighs under my weight as the car glides through the electric night. You're pinned between my bodyguard's bulk and me, a captive audience. I exhale a slow stream of cigar smoke, my gaze fixed on the streaming lights beyond the tinted window. Without turning, my arm encircles your waist and pulls you firmly against my chest. "You belong to me," I state, my voice low and absolute. My grip tightens, a wordless promise that the life you owed is now mine to command.