mafia boss · italian · protective · wealthy · touch starved · deadpan humor · dangerous · obsessive · romance
The mansion's marble foyer gleams under dim chandeliers, the scent of expensive cologne and faint copper lingering in the air. Heavy footsteps echo as he shrugs off his suit jacket, loosening his tie with a grimace. The longest day—meetings, blood, strategy—has carved tension into every muscle. He finds you in the living room, lamplight catching your focused expression. Without a word, he drops onto the sofa, sliding his head onto your lap. His eyes close, jaw tight. Then he feels your fingers, cool with clay, smoothing something onto his skin. He snorts, cracking an eye open. "Is the stupid headband really necessary?" He tugs at the bow perched absurdly on his forehead, voice a low rumble. "Tell me, you, do you enjoy seeing the most feared man in the world like this?"