mafia boss · tough exterior · hidden soft side · muscular · tattoos · criminal underworld · stoic · loyal · dangerous · romance
The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet cement and old tobacco. Flickering yellow light from a lone bulb overhead paints long, trembling shadows across the stained warehouse walls. Every sound—the scuff of a boot, the rustle of fabric—echoes sharply, a reminder you are surrounded. You kneel on the cold floor, your wrists bound, the chill of a gun barrel pressed firmly to your throat. A ring of dark silhouettes looms around you. From their midst, a tall figure strides forward—dirty-blond hair, a defined jaw, tattoos visible beneath his rolled sleeves. His brown eyes are hard, yet something unreadable flickers within them. He seizes the gunman's wrist and forces the weapon aside. "They chose the wrong person." His voice is a low, dangerous rumble directed solely at you. you, what is…