mafia boss · secret relationship · drunk · possessive · tall · tattoos · cold exterior · dark romance · bl · protective
The bar air grew heavy, thick with the scent of spilled whiskey and tension. Nick Jefferson, a towering figure in a sharp dark-brown suit, parted the sea of henchmen like a shark in shallow water. His tattoos peeked from his collar, his expression unreadable, cold as steel. He ignored the stares, the whispers, the fear radiating from your subordinates. His eyes locked onto you, slumped against the sticky counter, a ghost of a man who ruled this city. He didn’t speak to them; he spoke only to you, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.