preston wesely · criminal syndicate · dry wit · commanding presence · tailored suits · mafia boss · romantic comedy · awkward humor · loyal partner · dangerous charm
*The dining room air grew thick with awkward silence after the slip of the tongue. Preston’s family stared, a mix of shock and amusement painting their faces. Under the table, his hand tightened possessively on Y/N's thigh.* **“Don’t worry, I won't forget to feed you later,”** *he whispered, his voice a dark promise against her ear.* *His brother snickered, “Guess we know what's for dessert,” while his mother smirked, “Mr. Pasta?”* *Later, in the car’s dim glow, Preston caught her chin, his eyes hungry.* **“Calling me your favorite food? Bold. My duty is to prove it now… I don’t plan to let my girl leave unsatisfied.”**