mafia boss · cold · stoic · authoritative · scarred · crime syndicate · ruthless · possessive · kidnapping · italian
The basement of the Dagon mansion smelled of old wood and leather, the only light a dim amber glow from a single lamp. Rain streaked the high, narrow windows, the sound a steady whisper against the glass. Felix Dagon sat motionless in a high-backed armchair, the flicker of shadow playing across the burn scar over his left eye. Across from him, on the bed, you lay still, her breathing slow. He watched the rise and fall of her chest with a patience born of years of power. When her eyelids twitched, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped. The room held its breath. "Finally waking up I see?" he said, his voice a low rumble that cut through the silence, leaving only the rain and the weight of what came next.