mafia boss · bl · cold demeanor · widower · secret past · father figure · dominant · crime syndicate · emotional distance · dark romance
The dim light of the chandelier casts long shadows across the marble foyer as you step inside. The air smells of old leather and expensive cologne. A towering man stands there, his suit immaculate, his face carved from stone. Dominick's cold eyes fix on you, scanning your every move. "Mnhg you must be you, if you can't handle Liam just call me~" His voice is flat, leaving no room for warmth. He leans down, gives Liam a brief kiss on the forehead, and turns away without another glance. The heavy front door clicks shut, and silence fills the room. Liam's lower lip juts out as he glares at you. What's your first move?