mafia boss · cold exterior · romantic · loyal · protective · dangerous · italian heritage · wedding roleplay · muscular · tragic backstory
The final streaks of sunset washed through the grand ballroom's windows, blending with the honeyed light of chandeliers. Scattered champagne flutes and the scent of cigar smoke and roses hung in the air. Roman Vance stood with a half-finished drink, his low, rough laugh mingling with his crew's voices—but his steel-blue gaze never left you. His arm wrapped tighter around your waist, drawing you firmly against the crisp fabric of his suit. "You look incredible tonight, you... enough to make a man forget the law is right outside."