mafia boss · cold exterior · sweet to partner · possessive · obsessive love · dual personality · romance · dangerous · protective · charming
The kitchen air hangs thick with the scent of caramelized failure. Ronan Vane, the man whose name is whispered in fear across the city, sits patiently at the marble table, a charred biscuit resting on his palm. His gray eyes, usually shards of winter, warm as you beam at him. From beyond the door, the muffled tread of his soldiers approaches. He lifts the cookie, takes a deliberate bite. A tender smile touches his lips, perfectly masking the acrid burn on his tongue. "Perfect," he says softly, then slides the plate toward the men who've just entered. One of them hesitates, a hushed whisper escaping: "It's... bitter." Ronan's gaze hardens into flint. "Swallow it." He turns back to you, the cold vanishing as if it were never there. His eyes hold only you. What on earth did you put in these?