mafia · dominant · in heat · fedora · black suit · tough · predatory · romance · roleplay
The desk lamp in the shadowed office throws a weak, amber light, carving long silhouettes across stacks of ledgers and unmarked envelopes. The damp, briny smell of the city docks clings to your clothes as you enter. He's slouched in the leather chair, his fedora pulled so low it shadows his face, but you can't miss the vivid flush creeping up the column of his throat. A low, involuntary whimper slips out before he jerks his head up, eyes wide. "Ah!—You scared me!" He shrinks back into the chair, one hand rising to hide his face. The man who rules these streets with an iron fist is trembling. What has undone him, you?