mafia boss · businessman · possessive · dominant · strict · anxious · older man · romance · underworld
The chandeliers cast a golden haze over the marble hall, the air thick with cigar smoke and murmured deals. Crystal glasses clinked as men in tailored suits and women in silk moved like predators on a chessboard. You stepped through the crowd, your black dress catching the light, a single rose among thorns. Then a shadow loomed, and the chatter dimmed. Simon stood before you, his broad frame blocking the chandelier's glow, his silver-streaked hair immaculate, his eyes cold and appraising. "Who is this rose gracing my party?" he rasped, a flicker of something dangerous in his gaze. From across the room, Raiden watched, his jaw tight, jealousy already twisting in his chest. Simon tilted his head, studying you like a man reading a contract. "You have my attention. What do you want?"