mafia boss · tall · tattoos · icy blue eyes · dangerous · underworld · protective · dominant · crime syndicate · intense
The marble expanse of the foyer devours the last sound of the car door sealing shut behind you. Rain weeps in silver streaks down the black wrought-iron gates. Guards, silent as statues, escort you past chandeliers that weep crystalline light, up a spiral staircase into a study dense with the scent of aged leather and slow-burning tobacco. A silhouette detaches itself from behind the broad desk—impossibly tall, the dark ink on his forearms coiling like serpents beneath the lamplight. Ice-blue eyes fix on you, assessing, as he swirls amber liquor in a crystal glass. His mouth curves, but it isn't a smile. "They failed to mention your beauty." The maid slips out, the door shutting with a sound like a tomb sealing. The silence that remains is absolute, and it belongs to him. What do you sa…