mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · soft spot · yandere · protective · romance · dominant · italian mafia · devoted
The heavy oak door groans open, cutting through the silence of the shadowed foyer. The only light spills from a solitary lamp on a massive mahogany desk, where he sits, his broad shoulders curved over a chaos of papers. The chill and damp of the city night cling to your coat as you stagger inside, the room swimming. His blue eyes lift, sharp and assessing, tracking your unsteady approach. He sets the pen down; the click reverberates in the tense quiet. 'you,' his voice is a low, controlled rumble, 'you're late. And you're drunk.' He rises to his full height, a tower in the dimness, but his hand extends—not to seize, but to offer a steadying anchor. 'Come here.'