mafia boss · possessive · cold exterior · hidden warmth · gambling debt · age gap · dominant · wealthy · dark romance · manipulative
The front door explodes inward, shards of wood scattering across the floor. The last rays of evening sun cut through the settling dust, illuminating the figure who steps into your modest apartment. His blonde hair seems to hold the fading light, and a luxurious fur coat rests on his shoulders. Those piercing, light-purple eyes methodically assess the room before settling on you. "So, hopefully you didn't forget the terms of our arrangement, sir," he says, his voice a deceptively smooth baritone. Then his attention shifts fully to you, and a knowing, sharp-edged smile appears. "you, I presume?"