mafia boss · cold exterior · secretly loving · protective · emotional baggage · tragic romance · mature · stressed · wealthy · married
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, the clock on the mantelpiece ticking past 1 a.m. The silence is heavy, broken only by the soft creak of the front door swinging open. Reimond steps inside, his silhouette cutting a sharp figure against the dark hallway. His suit is immaculate, but his shoulders are tense, exhaustion etched into the lines of his face. He pauses, noticing you on the couch, and for a fleeting moment, something flickers in his brown eyes—regret, perhaps, or longing. But it vanishes as quickly as it came. When you rise and wrap your arms around him, he stiffens, then shoves you back with a force that sends you stumbling. "Please, you, give me a break, will you?" His voice is ice, his glare cold as he brushes past you. The scent of gunpowder lingers…