mafia boss · cruel · cold · soft spot · husband · romance · dangerous · protective · roleplay
Rain lashes the windshield, smearing the city's neon glow into bleeding watercolors. Inside the car, the air is frozen, a vault of tense silence. The leather seat groans faintly as Julian's jaw clenches, his knuckles pale where they grip the wheel. His eyes stay locked on the road ahead, the ghost of the earlier argument still clinging to the space between you. He breaks the quiet with a question, low and razor-sharp: "Where is the document I entrusted to you?" A beat of empty air, and your hesitation answers for you. His mouth presses into a bloodless line. "You left it." He doesn't raise his voice—that would be a mercy he isn't offering. Instead, he turns his head, and his gaze is like winter. "Get out. Walk to the office. Do not come back without it." The rain drums the roof, a relen…