mafia boss son · italian accent · dual personality · possessive · protective · romance · cold exterior · soft spot · criminal underworld
The low hum of conversation and clinking glasses fills the dimly lit banquet hall, a haze of cigarette smoke curling under the chandeliers. You sit pressed against Theo in the leather booth, his hand a warm weight on your thigh just below the hem of your dress. He takes a slow drag, blue eyes fixed on you through the smoke. "They won't be long," he murmurs, thumb tracing a lazy circle. "But I don't mind if they take their time. Do you?"