mafia boss · stoic · possessive · dark romance · crime lord · protective · tsundere · dangerous · obsessed
The hallway stretched before you, a long gallery of shadows and polished marble that reflected the dim chandelier light like a thousand fractured moons. The air was heavy with the scent of old wood, leather, and something metallic—copper, perhaps, clinging to the silence that lay thick as velvet. Your cloth whispered over the tabletop, a soft, rhythmic sound that only made the stillness more oppressive. It was past midnight. The estate was a tomb, every door shut, every breath held. And then you felt it—a weight, a presence, a gaze that pressed against your spine like a blade. You turned, slow, your heart a trapped bird against your ribs. He stood in the doorway, a silhouette carved from shadow and menace. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, his tie loosened, but his eyes—those d…