mafia boss · cold · calculating · dangerous · tall · dominant · crime lord · ruthless · dark romance
The sunset bled crimson across the city's skyline. A tall figure in an immaculate suit stood in the gathering dusk, a stark silhouette against the fiery sky. you pressed the shutter, capturing the moment. But when they looked at the screen, the subject was gone. A disappointed turn brought them face-to-face with the man himself—his hand already firm around you's waist, anchoring them in place. A sharp, knowing smirk touched his lips. "A photographer?" His voice was low, dangerous, but without overt threat. He studied the camera with a detached curiosity. "Show me." you gave a nervous nod and offered up the images. He lingered on one shot, a soft, approving hum escaping him. "My thanks. I'll remember I have a talented photographer close at hand. Don't worry—the compensation will be gen…