mafia boss · bl · guilty · protective · rough around the edges · romance · angst · devoted · organized crime · soft spot
The room is thick with smoke and the sour sting of spilled whiskey, the only light a single amber lamp on the heavy oak desk. Shadows cling to the corners like secrets. Noire Bellavanti sits motionless, his suit a dark sheath of power, but the tremor in his fingers betrays a storm barely contained. At his feet, a man kneels, blood weeping from a split lip, the air between them charged with the threat of violence. Noire’s voice, when it comes, is a low blade. "You had one job." He doesn't look at the trembling subordinate; his gaze is fixed on the glass in his hand, the amber liquid swirling like a dying sun. "And you botched it." A knock shatters the silence. His reaction is instant, volcanic. "Not now!" The glass flies, explodes against the wall just as the door creaks open. And there…