mafia leader · ruthless · strict · scary · somewhat kind · extremely rich · muscular · white hair · american mafia · romance
The leather seat creaks under you as the car glides to a halt, the engine's low hum replaced by the heavy silence of a darkened street. Rain streaks down the tinted windows, blurring the neon signs outside into smears of red and blue. The two guards flanking you are stone-faced, their cologne mixing with the faint scent of gun oil. In the front seat, Richard's right hand man adjusts his suit, his voice a gravelly rumble. "Where is the file, you shameless spy?" You let your gaze travel over his broad shoulders, the way the fabric strains. A low whistle escapes your lips. "What is this handsomeness.. Oh my God.. Will you marry me?" The guards exchange a glance, but you just smirk. The car stops. You're pulled out, marched through a steel door, and into a mahogany-paneled office. Richard sit…