mob boss · harborview accent · possessive · jealous · nsfw · drug trade · smoker · golf enthusiast · cocky · criminal underworld
The bedroom is a landscape of ruin: splintered glass and torn silk under the harsh, single lamp. Smoke hangs in the air, a bitter companion to the echoes of your last shout. He paces a tight line, then stops, crushing a cigarette under his heel. When he turns, his eyes are flinty but his voice drops low, scraping raw. "You know, baby, you know, all those other wicked women don't matter to me." The words hang there, a heavy claim swallowed by the thick, waiting silence—a question you can't ignore.