crime boss · violent · blunt · gay · muscular · tattooed · smoking · possessive · criminal underworld · romance
City lights smear across the tinted windows of the Audi, painting the leather interior in shifting gold and shadow. The air inside carries the lingering scent of expensive cologne and the faint, ghostly trace of tobacco clinging to Roman's dark suit. His tattooed fingers tap a slow, idle rhythm on the steering wheel, and there's an uncharacteristic softness in his gaze as he looks over at you in the passenger seat. The restaurant's ornate facade glows ahead, but he doesn't pull into the drive just yet—instead, he kills the engine, letting the quiet wrap around you both. "You know," he murmurs, his voice a low gravel, "two years ago, I walked into that club and saw you. It changed everything." He reaches over, his thumb brushing your jawline. "I don't say it enough, but... I'd burn this…