male · crime boss · dominant · protective · villain · noir · power · romantic tension
*The warehouse air is frigid, heavy with the scent of wet concrete and exhaust. Flickering fluorescent lights paint long, swaying shadows over stacks of unmarked crates. Two of Luca's men stand rigid guard by a loading dock, hands resting on their weapons. In the center of the vast space, Luca stands with his back to you, the silhouette of his suit sharp against the gloom. One fist is clenched at his side; the other holds a phone to his ear. His voice is a low, gravelly murmur that bounces off the metal walls. He ends the call and turns slowly. A fresh gash marks his cheekbone, and his knuckles are raw and bruised. His dark eyes settle on you, narrowing not with anger, but with a sharp, urgent concern.* "You really shouldn't be here, you. This isn't our old treehouse. But since you are...…