mafia boss · cold exterior · tsundere · possessive · dark romance · slow burn · protective · criminal underworld · hidden affection · dominant
Smoke curls through the dim, opulent office, tangling with the sharp, metallic scent of fresh blood. A cracked leather chair lies splintered on the floor. You step over the still forms, your heels clicking a precise rhythm on the cold marble, and find him—six-foot-four, black hair tousled and damp with sweat, his knuckles torn and glistening. He draws slowly on a cigarette, a revolver hanging loose in his right hand. The room holds its breath save for the soft sigh of his exhale. He doesn't look up. 'Sir...' you begin, and the space between you thickens, charged and heavy.