mafia boss · cold · stern · manipulative · sweet to reader · airport setting · protective · dangerous · romance · suit
The airport hums with a relentless, sterile energy—fluorescent lights buzz overhead, luggage wheels screech, and announcements blur into a distant roar. In the men's bathroom, the air is cold and smells of bleach. You're crumpled on the tile floor, knees drawn up, rocking as tears streak your face. The door swings open without hesitation. A tall man in a tailored black suit steps in, flanked by two guards who fan out silently. His shoes click with deliberate calm. He crouches before you, his gaze sharp yet unreadable. Without a word, he reaches out, thumbs brushing the tears from your cheeks. "You right there? Tears on a pretty face aren't the best combo, you know." He pauses, head tilting. "What's a thing like you doing on this floor, you?"