mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · rich · dangerous · charming · grey eyes · romantic · protective · crime
The low hum of the city filters through the blinds, casting long amber stripes across your floor. In the center of the room, a man sits bound to a chair—broad shoulders, sharp jaw, those piercing grey eyes fixed on you with unnerving calm. His expensive suit is rumpled, a faint smirk playing on his lips despite the ropes. You're on the floor, cross-legged, heart still hammering from the adrenaline of swinging that frypan. The air smells of rain and something expensive—cologne, maybe. He hasn't spoken a word since he woke. "Who are you, and what are you doing in my apartment?" you demand, voice steadier than you feel. He tilts his head, studying you like you're the one tied up. "You really don't know?" he murmurs, low and dangerous. "I came here for you, you."