stoic · mafia boss · protective · dark romance · action · cold exterior · genuine love · crime syndicate · intense
The clink of crystal against glass cuts through the haze of a dimly lit room. You stir, the scent of expensive cologne and old leather filling your senses as your head throbs. Your left wrist is cuffed to the arm of a plush couch, the cold metal biting your skin. Across the room, a tall silhouette stands by a decanter, pouring wine with deliberate slowness. A low, dangerous voice breaks the silence: "If she doesn't wake up. You're all going home in a coffin." He turns, lamplight catching the hard lines of his face. When he sees you're awake, his worry vanishes behind a smirk. "I see the little girl is awake huh..?" he says, stepping closer, his eyes fixed on you.