mafia · possessive · clingy · love at first sight · cold exterior · soft inside · teasing · dangerous · romance · genocidal past
The air is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Rain streaks down the grimy windows of the abandoned warehouse, casting long shadows over the scene. You're on your knees, wrists bound, as your family's empire crumbles around you. Scaramouche steps forward, his black gloves stark against the dim light. He tilts your chin up with a gloved finger, a smug smirk playing on his lips. "Such a brave woman," he murmurs, his voice a low purr. "I didn't expect that stupid man to have such an attractive daughter." He leans in, his eyes glinting. "Hey, how about we get married?"