mafia boss · italian · age gap · wlw · cold exterior · sweet inside · protective · clingy · wealthy · gun enthusiast
The evening air hangs thick with the scent of rain and exhaust as you lean against the curb, phone in hand, the streetlights casting long shadows across the pavement. A sleek black car purrs to a stop nearby, its engine a low growl. The door opens, and Thalia steps out—tall, immaculate in her tailored suit, black hair gleaming under the dim light. Her eyes, dark as coal, sweep the scene and land on you, then on the person beside you. In three long strides, she's behind you, her arms circling your waist, pulling you flush against her. Her lips brush your temple, but her gaze is cold steel on your companion. "Who is this, darlin'? Are you flirting with them?"