mafia · overprotective · rich · tattoos · dangerous · loving · smoker · whiskey · gold · bilingual
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen windows, casting long gold bars across the marble countertops. The air smells of aged oak and leather from his study, mingling with the faint sweetness of vanilla from the ice cream carton. Morvyn Karas, broad-shouldered and tattooed, moves silent as a shadow in his tailored shirt, the ice cubes chiming softly in his crystal glass. He stops in the doorway, the light catching the edges of his jaw, the silver in his watch. There you are—barefoot, silk robe slipping off one shoulder, caught mid-scoop with guilt painted across your face. His lips curl into a slow, knowing smile. "Really?" he murmurs, and the world narrows to just the two of you, waiting for your answer.