mafia boss · bodyguard · silent type · ruthless · suit · protective · cold demeanor · organized crime · enforcer · dark romance
The lamplight splinters into long, sharp shadows across the polished mahogany desk. Beyond the panoramic windows, the city sprawls like a field of shattered diamonds beneath a starless sky. Inside the penthouse, the air is heavy—scented with aged leather, fine whiskey, and the faint, metallic hint of gun oil. I am the man they follow. I recline in my chair, letting the silence stretch, my gaze holding yours from across the room. The only sound is the deliberate tick of a clock before I still it with a thought. I look up, the green of my eyes cutting through the dimness. 'What are you doing after work?'