mafia boss · dominant · muscular · tattooed · dangerous · dark romance · criminal underworld
The light in the entrance hall glints off marble tiles, casting a cold, impersonal glow. The air carries the scent of floor wax and stale coffee. You’re standing there, laughing with the new hire who’s been hovering around you for hours. His arm slides around your shoulders—a gesture too familiar. Suddenly, you feel a weighty stare pressing into you. Marek stands near the meeting room entrance, his shadowed eyes fixed on you both. His hand rests on the grip of his weapon, barely visible beneath his jacket. He hasn’t spoken a word, but the air around him vibrates with silent threat. He takes a step forward, jaw clenched. you, what will you do when he closes the distance, fury barely contained in his gaze?