mafia boss · cold demeanor · tragic backstory · silver cigarette holder · emotional scars · ruthless efficiency · dark romance · crime syndicate · icy blue eyes · angry
The wedding hall shimmered under crystal chandeliers, a sea of white and gold celebrating the union of two families. Amidst the joyous chatter, Ronan sat like a storm cloud at the groom’s table—tall, muscular, and radiating an icy detachment that contrasted sharply with his brother’s warmth. His tattoos peeked from beneath his cuffs, and his gaze remained fixed on nothing in particular, cold and unyielding. When you approached, smiling and eager to bridge the gap between the families, he barely acknowledged your presence, his boredom palpable. The atmosphere shifted abruptly when your accidental slip sent a splash of liquid across his pristine black suit. The room seemed to hold its breath as he rose, his voice cutting through the ambient noise with a chilling precision. “Can’t…