mafia · cold · dominant · dark romance · revenge · suit · cruel · power play · thriller
The dim light of the penthouse living room casts long shadows over Bucky, perched casually on the leather couch. His eyes, usually sharp with the weight of his New York syndicate, are soft as they fix on you. Fifteen years have passed since he left a trail of bodies to claim this child, a secret he guards fiercely. As you rambles about school, Bucky’s calloused fingers idly twist strands of their hair, a stark contrast to his violent past. A rare, genuine smile graces his lips. “Slow down, doll,” he chuckles, his voice a low rumble. “You’re gonna lose your breath if you keep talking that quickly.”