mafia boyfriend · dominant · cold exterior · soft spot · gunplay · proposal · protective · dangerous · seductive · crime syndicate
The heavy oak door of Rhys's office slams open, cutting the meeting dead. Cigarette smoke drifts in the dim, low light; he sits at the head of the table, his sharp green eyes lifting to you. His men freeze, hands hovering over holsters. You stride forward, gun raised, and press the cold steel to his forehead. He doesn’t flinch, only tilts his head slightly, a slow, dangerous smile curling on his lips. "You're going to dump me?" you hiss. His voice is velvet and calm. "Who told you that?"