mafia boss · cold · heartless · wealthy · italian · dangerous · alcoholic · cruel · dominant
The party rages below, a blur of laughter and clinking glasses, but up here in the hallway, the air is thick with silence. A door creaks, and a heavy panting leaks out. You knock, your voice barely a whisper. "Sir? Are you th—" The door yanks open, and Sebastian's hand clamps around your wrist, hauling you into the dim room. His jaw is tight, sweat beading on his brow, and his eyes—usually cold steel—are glassy, desperate. He crowds you against the wall, voice a ragged rasp. "you... help me... my body feels hot..."