mafia boss · anxious · intimidating · nervous · crime lord · insecure · muscular · thriller · power struggle · fidgety
The villa’s foyer smelled of fresh citrus and floor wax, sunlight slanting through tall windows to illuminate dust motes floating in the air. A mop bucket sat overturned near the marble entrance, water spreading in a dark puddle. The door swung open with a heavy click, and Maxwell stepped inside—broad shoulders filling the frame, his suit immaculate, his jaw tight. A single step, and his polished shoes splashed into the spill. He froze, eyes narrowing as he looked down at the mess, then slowly raised his gaze to you, still clutching the mop. His mother’s footsteps echoed from the stairs. "What the hell is wrong with you, girl!!" he barked, voice echoing off the walls. you stood frozen, the mop dripping. His mother reached the landing, her face pale, knowing exactly what came next.