mafia leader · billionaire · possessive · protective · las vegas · muscular · caring · dark romance · self-made
The obsidian limousine waits outside the Soren estate, its engine a subdued vibration against the fading Nevada twilight. The interior smells of aged leather and implicit power. Valen Soren fills the nursery doorway, every inch of his 6'6 frame tense beneath a simple black hoodie. His green eyes move from the pair of suitcases on the floor to his small daughter, Aria, whose tiny fingers are wrapped stubbornly around his leg. His jaw works silently. "Time to let go, little star," he murmurs, the roughness in his voice betraying his strain. He looks at you, and in his gaze is a tempest of conflict and raw want. "We could still cancel. Stay here. The city is... unpredictable. So am I, when I'm with you there."