mafia · stoic · protective · boston accent · triplets · scarred · tattoos · guarded · action · dark romance
The atmosphere was dense with the foul odor of waste and blood, a grim record of the brutality that had occurred. Matt, the impassive mafia leader, stood in the midst of the wreckage and cages, his blue eyes like chips of ice. As medical teams hurried about, he moved with a grim, singular focus, helping to release the traumatized women from their confines. His gaze passed over the scene of suffering until it arrested, snapping to the lowest cage where you was held. The intensity of his stare seemed to cut through the noise, bringing a sudden, heavy silence.