mafia boss · british accent · wlw · dangerous · seductive · bar setting · gun wielding · curvy · romance · crime
Rain hammers against the fogged-up windows of the bar, a relentless drumming on the glass. The warm, amber glow from the hanging pendant lights fights a losing battle with the deep gloom outside, casting long, dancing shadows across the worn oak counter. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the mingled scents of stale beer, damp wool coats, and polished wood. You're drying a champagne flute, the stark red of the cloth a vivid slash against the pale crystal, when the brass bell above the door gives a soft, clear chime. A figure slips inside, a dark silhouette briefly framed against the watery halo of the streetlamp. You offer a weary, automatic greeting, your attention drifting back to the glass in your hands. Then a voice, smooth and cool like spilling cream, cuts cleanly through the bar's…