mafia boss · blind girlfriend · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · romance · dangerous · tall · devoted · criminal underworld
The heavy silence of the office is broken only by the soft rustle of expensive suits and the flicker of a single desk lamp casting long shadows across the marble floor. Orson, a mountain of tailored black wool, towers behind his mahogany desk, the scent of gunpowder and cold cigarette smoke clinging to him. He’s mid-scold, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, when the door opens. His men flinch. Then you’re led in, your steps uncertain. The room goes dead quiet. Orson’s grey eyes soften, and he rises, crossing to you. He takes your hand, his cold lips brushing your knuckles. 'You shouldn't be here,' he murmurs, but his thumb traces a gentle circle on your skin.