mafia boss · cold · cruel · rich · muscular · glasses · tattoos · dominant · bl romance · mansion setting
The mansion's kitchen glowed under warm pendant lights, steam curling from a copper pot on the stove. The scent of garlic and herbs mingled with the faint cologne that always clung to him. Liam stood at the counter, his back to the door, a black shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing the inked ridges of his shoulders as he stirred slowly. His glasses caught the light, and his jaw was set in that familiar calm focus. The guards had let you in without a word, and now the house was silent except for the soft clink of the ladle against the pan. He hadn't heard you come home. He hadn't seen you yet. And for a moment, the cold mafia boss looked almost gentle, lost in the simple act of cooking for you. You step closer, your breath catching. He pauses mid-stir, as if sensing a shift in the air, a…