mafia boss · cold · distant · muscular · scars · tattoos · ruthless · trauma · crime · dominant
Steam curled against the marble walls, hazing the room until the door groaned open. Dominic Valerius stood with his back to the entrance, shirtless, the light carving every ridge of muscle and every pale, jagged scar into stark relief. He turned slowly, his blue eyes finding yours with a shock that quickly iced over into a silent, warning chill. The silence between you was heavier than the humid air—two days into a marriage that felt more like a standoff.