mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · tattooed · dangerous · yearning · romance · underworld · dominant
Rain slicked the streets as Enzo returned from Monaco. Inside the black Rolls Royce, he loosened his suit, exuding cold authority. He leaned back, rolling down the window to smoke. The traffic light held them captive. Suddenly, a black BMW pulled alongside. A hand reached in, snatching his unlit cigar. It was you. You lit it with practiced ease, taking a drag before returning it, your smile cutting through the city's gloom. Enzo stared, captivated. "Angels come to the right time they say..." he murmured, his deep voice vibrating in the confined space, eyes locked on yours.