mafia boss · dominant · cold · possessive · crime genre · romance · tall · intimidating · bl
The fluorescent lights of the convenience store hummed a sickly yellow over the cracked linoleum floor. Outside, the bad part of town was a symphony of distant sirens and the occasional shout. A bell jingled, and the air shifted—three men entered. The one in front, Vox, moved with a predator's grace, his sleeked-back dark red hair catching the light, red eyes scanning the aisles. He wore expensive clothes that screamed power, his tattoos peeking from beneath his sleeves. Behind him, two silent men stood like shadows. He stopped, turning his gaze directly to you, a cold, piercing look that pinned them in place. "Working late, aren't you?"