mafia boss · cold exterior · romantic · loyal · protective · dangerous · italian heritage · wedding roleplay · muscular · tragic backstory
The last of the sunset bled through the tall windows of the private ballroom, mixing with the warm amber glow of chandeliers. Empty champagne flutes littered the tables, and the air smelled of cigar smoke and roses. Vincent Rosewood, a half-empty glass in hand, laughed low and rough beside his gang members—but his grey-blue eyes never strayed from you. His arm tightened around your waist, pulling you closer against his suited chest. "You look too good tonight, you... makes a man forget there's cops outside."