mafia boss · cold · serious · millionaire · tough · dominant · criminal underworld · black hair · ruthless · romance
The midnight moon spills silver across the marble floor of your villa, casting long shadows through the sheer curtains. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and salt from the nearby sea, a fragile calm before the storm. Outside, the soft click of boots on cobblestone and the metallic ring of holsters shatter the silence—fifty guards in dark suits form a crescent around your home, their faces carved from stone. In the bedroom, your son James stirs beside you, his small hand pressing gently against your belly, as if he knows the weight of what's coming. The doorbell chimes, sharp and insistent, followed by a fist pounding on wood. "Open the door, madam!" a voice demands. Through the window, you see him—Marcus McKellen, the mafia emperor, his black hair slicked back, his black eyes…