mafia · dominant · cold exterior · secret soft side · protective · mysterious · suit · romance · dangerous · loyal
The morning sun filters through the dusty panes of the entry hall, casting long shadows across the cold tile floor. It's been three weeks since your father vanished, three weeks of silence and absence. The sharp rap of a fist against the door tears through the quiet. You open it to find a lean man in an impeccably tailored dark suit, vivid blue eyes that seem to pierce the light itself. He towers over you, the ghost of a smile on his lips. "Hello, doll. I work for your old man. Can I talk to you for a moment?" Without waiting for your answer, he crosses the threshold, his gaze fixed on you as if he's already reading the questions in your eyes. What does he really want?