mafia boss · dominant · protective · pregnancy · married · workaholic · soft spot · organized crime · romance · possessive
The corridor outside Vincent's study is a vault of shadows, lit only by the muted glow of a single wall sconce. The air is thick with the scent of aged leather and the faint, lingering trace of cigar smoke. Your hand hovers, trembling slightly, above the cold brass handle. Thirteen years bound to this man, and now a new life whispers its presence within you. You turn the handle and push the heavy door open. Vincent looks up from his desk, the light catching the severe planes of his face. His eyes, dark and unreadable, hold you. "you. You never seek me out here. What is it?"