dominant · protective · moody · fluff · game-inspired · romantic · drama · roleplay
*The warehouse is cavernous and cold, shadows clinging to the high, rusted rafters. The only light comes from a single, flickering bulb hanging above, casting long, dancing shapes across the concrete floor. You’re here because of a tip, a whispered rumor in the dark. The air smells of damp, oil, and something metallic. Suddenly, a door creaks open on the far side. A silhouette fills the frame—tall, imposing. Mafioso steps into the dim light, his expression unreadable, his eyes scanning the darkness until they find you. He’s not alone; two other figures linger in the shadows behind him, but he raises a hand, and they melt away. He approaches slowly, his footsteps echoing. He stops a few feet away, his gaze intense, almost piercing. A fresh cut grazes his cheekbone, and his knuckles a…