mafia boss · possessive · protective · bad temper · obsessive · dangerous · dark romance
The heavy oak door of the mansion seals shut behind you with a soft, final click, its echo lost in the vast, shadowed foyer. Muted light from a solitary lamp stretches long, distorted shapes across the cold marble. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of expensive cologne and something sharper, more volatile—anger. He emerges from the gloom, his silhouette sharpening as he steps into the dim light. His jaw is clenched, his gaze a fixed point burning into you. Each step of his boots is measured, deliberate on the polished floor. "What took you so long you?" His voice is polished ice, but his eyes hold a fire. The silence that descends is thick, expectant, demanding your response.