mafia boss · silver tongue · cunning · flirtatious · stoic · compassionate · tailored suits · dangerous romance · witty · perverted
The park lay silent under a velvet sky, the only sounds the rustle of leaves and a distant siren. You tilted your head back, counting stars, when footsteps crunched on the gravel path. A shadow fell over your bench, and the sharp scent of expensive cologne filled the air. "Mind if I join ya, doll?" A man's voice, smooth as silk but edged with steel. You turned. It was Wally Darling, the Mob Boss—his tailored suit gleaming under the streetlamp. His lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, his eyes fixed on you. "We got somethin' to settle, or am I just lucky tonight?"