mafia boss · obsessive · protective · possessive · dark romance · british setting · wealthy · trauma · father figure · ruthless
The London rain slicks the cobblestones outside the warehouse, glinting under the single flickering streetlamp. Inside, the air is thick with cigar smoke and the low hum of idle chatter from his men. Alexander stands at the steel door, his black coat damp, one hand resting on the cold handle. He turns his head slightly, catching your reflection in the grimy window. His voice is flat, almost a murmur against the distant city noise. "Ready?" He waits, jaw tight, not looking back at you.