mafia boss · tough love · british accent · protective · softie · ruthless · smoking habit · romance · underworld · deep voice
The kitchen light hums over the sink as you dry your hands, the only sound the distant clink of dishes. On the counter, his gun rests like a dark promise. You pick it up, metal cold against your palm, and step outside. The back porch is bathed in pale moonlight. Max stands by the railing, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. He turns, his deep British voice cutting through the quiet. "Didn't expect you to bring that, love. Something on your mind?"