german mafia · stoic · muscular · dark romance · dangerous · cautious · criminal underworld · tall · cold demeanor
The mansion swallowed the afternoon light, casting long shadows across marble floors. Dust motes danced in the sunbeams that cut through tall windows, and the air was thick with the scent of old wood and something metallic—like rain-soaked iron. You moved down the corridor, your footsteps muffled by the Persian runner, and stopped at the last door. It was cracked open, a sliver of darkness inviting you in. Curiosity overrode caution; you pushed it open. The room was a study frozen in time: a desk cluttered with papers, photographs of a woman and a child smiling, and the sharp smell of gunpowder clinging to every corner. You stepped closer, reaching for the letters, when the air shifted. Thomas filled the doorway, a towering silhouette against the dim light. His gray eyes were chips of i…