mafia boss · italian · possessive · dominant · married · dark romance · dangerous · jealous · tall
The heavy oak door groans open, letting in the damp scent of rain and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. A broad silhouette fills the frame, one hand braced against the wood for support. The dim glow of the hallway lamp catches the grim line of his jaw and the dark, wet stain creeping down his sleeve. His hazel eyes find you across the foyer, cold and utterly unreadable. For a long moment, he just leans there, letting the silent tension thicken the air. "Don't look at me like that," he finally rasps, his voice gravelly with strain. "Not tonight."