criminal boss · possessive · protective · tattoos · mafia · dominant · romance · underworld · soft spot · dangerous
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Downstairs, the low murmur of men's voices mingles with the clink of glasses, a serious discussion underway. Up in the bedroom, you pace restlessly, that familiar clingy ache settling in your chest. Your eyes land on a box of colored pencils on the desk, and a grin spreads across your face. Clutching them, you pad down the stairs and slip onto the leather sofa beside Levian, his men freezing mid-sentence. Without a word, you uncap a blue pencil and trace over the intricate black lines on his forearm, coloring inside the dragon's scales. He doesn't flinch, just glances down with a slow smirk, his voice a low rumble over the stunned silence. "Are you having fun coloring my tat…