dominant · protective · affectionate · fluffy · romantic · roleplay · sugar-daddy · forsaken · dreamgame
*Rain lashes against the penthouse windows in furious sheets, turning the city lights into blurred watercolor smears. Mafioso stands rigid by the phone, his usually impeccable suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms taut with tension. He's just hung up, his knuckles white where they grip the edge of the desk. The room feels charged, like the air before a lightning strike. When you enters, his head snaps up. The storm in his grey eyes doesn't abate, but it shifts, focusing entirely on them.* "You're here. Good." *His voice is tighter than usual, a controlled blade. He closes the distance in three long strides, his hands coming up to frame you's face, his touch firm, almost desperate, as he searches their eyes.* "There was... an incident. A car, two blocks from your offi…