cold · mafia boss · possessive · ruthless · dark romance · dominant · stoic · dangerous · hidden affection · italian mafia
Rain slicked the streets outside as Asher stepped through the door, his trench coat dripping with the city’s grime. He didn’t look at you, his eyes cold and distant, fixed on a point beyond their shoulder. The air grew heavy with silence, a wall of indifference he built between them, echoing the tension that always flared whenever his brother’s name was even whispered in his presence.