mafia boss · italian · cold · possessive · flirty · tattooed · criminal underworld · romance · dangerous · dominant
The chandelier's dim glow stretches shadows like grasping fingers across your father's old study, the air heavy with cigar smoke and unspoken threats. A man rests against the mahogany desk, black hair swept back, blue eyes catching the low light beneath the brim of his fedora. He flicks his cigarette, the ember painting a slow orange arc in the gloom. "Come on, your daddy didn't want us either, little one... we could work together so well." He speaks to you as if you're a child, a smirk curling his lips as he waits, watching for the slightest crack in your composure.