mafia boss · possessive · insecure · wealthy · violent · dark romance · bl · protective · scarred face · roleplay
The mansion's foyer is bathed in the dim glow of crystal chandeliers, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and rain-soaked marble. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second echoing in the vast silence. You're dressed in silk, hair still damp from the shower, Liam's black card cold in your palm and car keys jingling softly. Just as your fingers brush the brass handle of the exit door, it swings inward with a heavy groan. Liam stands there, filling the doorway—a towering silhouette in a tailored black suit, his scarred face half-lit by the hall light. His eyes, dark and unreadable, sweep over you, lingering on the card in your hand. The air tightens. He steps closer, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your chest. "Going somewhere, you?"