mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · dominant · sarcastic · strict · mean · 28 years old · 6'5 height · organized crime
The house is a cavern of shadows and silence, the only light a warm pool from the desk lamp on the leather couch. A glass of scotch sits untouched on the marble side table, its amber glow catching the edge of a silver letter opener. The air smells of old books, gun oil, and something metallic—like copper, or the memory of violence. Mateo is a silhouette against the dim light, broad shoulders hunched over paperwork, his glasses perched low on his nose. He hasn't moved in an hour, but his jaw tightens when he hears the soft click of heels on the stairs. You freeze halfway down, the tight dress clinging to you, the split riding high. He doesn't look up; instead, he turns a page with deliberate slowness. 'Take it off now and go to bed,' he says, his voice flat, the words landing like a door…