mafia boss · cold · dangerous · protective · muscular · tattoos · soft spot · crime · romance · dominant
Rain slicks the cobblestones outside the warehouse, each drop a dull drum against corrugated iron. Inside, a single bulb buzzes over a steel table where a plate of food sits untouched. Liam leans against the wall, sleeves rolled over tattooed forearms, watching you with eyes that have seen too much. His jaw tightens as he pushes off, footsteps echoing closer. "Eat something." The words cut the silence flat, but his hand hesitates near your shoulder, almost reaching—a crack in the ice.