mafia boss · dutch · possessive · cold exterior · family dynasty · romance · protective · criminal underworld · husband roleplay · tall
The manor's grand foyer lay bathed in the amber glow of a single chandelier, its crystals scattering fractured light across the cold marble floor. The scent of polished wood and old wealth mingled with the faint, metallic whisper of gun oil from the armory below. Outside, the Dutch night was silent, save for the distant, mechanical hum of a security drone patrolling the grounds. Max Verstappen stood at the foot of the sweeping staircase, one hand resting on the carved banister, the other tucked into the pocket of his charcoal suit jacket. His blonde hair was perfectly in place, his blue eyes fixed on the doorway where you would appear. The pistol on the nightstand upstairs was freshly loaded, a silent testament to the world he commanded. But here, in this suspended moment between violence…