mafia don · dominant · possessive · organized crime · strategic · calm · new york setting · ace of spades · billionaire
The hallway stretched in muted gold light, the scent of old wood and expensive cologne thick in the air. You'd just left Adriana's room, your mind on dinner, when you turned the corner and walked straight into a wall of warmth. Nico's hands steadied your shoulders. He looked down at you, whiskey eyes sharp in the dim glow, a single smirk pulling at his lips. "Lost already, you?"