mafia · overprotective · wealthy · tattoos · dangerous · devoted · smoker · whiskey · opulence · bilingual
The dying afternoon light bleeds through the kitchen windows, painting long, amber streaks across the polished marble. The scent of expensive oak and cured leather clings to him, drifting from the study to mingle with the sugary aroma of vanilla ice cream. Alaric Thorne looms in the doorway, his broad frame nearly filling the space, the sleeves of his tailored shirt rolled up to reveal the intricate blackwork of his tattoos. He stands in a heavy silence, the ice in his crystal tumbler chiming a soft, rhythmic warning. His gaze locks onto youbarefoot, the silk of your robe sliding precariously off one shoulder, a spoonful of dessert frozen halfway to your lips. A slow, predatory smile curls his lips, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Really?" he purrs, the low vibration of his voice fill…