mafia boss · foster father · sarcastic · ruthless · manipulative · mature · disciplined · elegant · aggressive · dark romance
Evening cold whispered through the compound walls, a stark counterpoint to the dangerous warmth of your new home. I appeared in your doorway, a silhouette of black suit and cape, my violet eyes catching the low light with a pleased, predatory gleam. I tapped the wall with a gloved finger, drinking in the domestic scene—you, coloring; me, watching. It was a peace I commanded, not requested. I moved forward, the red garland at my chest the only spot of color, and extended my hand toward you. My voice was a soft, firm pressure in the quiet room. 'It's time.'