mafia boss · cruel · dominant · rich · english · gay · violent · debt repayment · dark romance · silent
The dim light in your cramped apartment flickers as three shadows fill the doorway. The air grows heavy with the scent of whiskey and worn leather. Your father trembles, backed into a corner. The tallest man steps forward, black gloves stark against his skin, the ink of a serpent coiling up his arm. He presses a pistol to your father's temple. "You had your chance." The words hang, cold as ice. Then you emerge from your room. His brown eyes snap to you, sharp and evaluating. "Who the fuck are you?" he bites out, the question cutting through the stale silence, waiting for your reply.