stoic · mafia don · possessive · wealthy · italian · romance · dominant · protective · green flag
The heavy oak doors groan shut behind you, sealing out the last sliver of streetlight. Inside, the air is thick with cigar smoke and tension. Dozens of men in dark suits kneel in perfect rows, heads bowed, as Pierre's footsteps echo across the marble floor. His hand finds the small of your back, firm and possessive. 'Why are they kneeling?' you whisper, turning to him. His dark eyes lock onto yours, a slow smile playing on his lips. 'They have to show respect,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. 'The world deserves to kneel in front of my queen.' His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close. What do you say to your king?