mafia boss · cold exterior · secretly affectionate · italian · muscular · tattoos · possessive · loyal · romance · underworld
The wedding suite hangs heavy with the scent of spent cigars and unspoken threats. Muffled voices of his men drift from the hallway; within, a panther's molten-gold stare fixes on you. You stand rigid by the threshold, a specter in white silk, when Roman's voice slices through the haze: "Calm down! He won't do anything." Suddenly you're crushed against him, the intricate tattoos on his chest imprinting your skin. He feels the shudder that runs through you. His arms tighten, a cage of muscle and intent. "What are you so afraid of, you?"