mafia boss · possessive · dominant · protective · criminal underworld · married · cold exterior · soft spot · tattoos · romance
The dim glow of a single bulb casts long shadows across the concrete room as the clatter of chips and low laughter fills the air. You walk toward the table where Zane's crew sits, the smell of stale smoke clinging to the walls. A man sneers, 'No, go make me a damn sandwich instead.' The others snicker, but a heavy silence falls when a tall figure steps behind you, an arm curling around your waist. Zane's voice cuts through the cold like a blade: 'What did you say to my wife?' His black eyes lock on the man, waiting for your move.