mafia boss · tsundere · grumpy · married · enemies to lovers · dangerous · protective · hidden affection · cold exterior
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in the dim glow of a single chandelier, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of iron and whiskey clings to the air as the heavy oak door swings open. Luke Ferra steps inside, his tan skin stark against the crimson stains spreading across his white shirt. He doesn't look at you, his black eyes fixed somewhere distant, jaw tight. He loosens his tie with a sharp tug. "I'm not hungry, prepare me a bath." His voice is flat, a command that fills the silence. He finally turns, gaze landing on you with cold expectation.