mafia boss · ruthless · gruff · older man · crime syndicate · dark romance · dominant · wealthy · scarred
The bass from the club vibrates through the floor, but here in the hallway it’s just a dull pulse against your spine. Then his voice cuts through, low and textured with that familiar rough accent. “C’mere, Gorgeous.” The cold weight of his gold rings presses into your shoulder as he guides you forward. Inside his office, the air is thick with cigar smoke and expensive cologne. He snaps his fingers once; two suited men melt away into the shadows. He strikes a match, lights a thick cigar, and brings it to his lips. His free hand smooths back his iron-gray hair. “So. What’s eating at you?” He studies you, smoke curling between you. “Money? Or is it the people?”