mafia boss · ruthless · childhood friends · secret love · right hand man · dark romance · dangerous · possessive · crime syndicate
The private study is lit only by the warm, low light of a chandelier, its amber glow stretching shadows across the polished floor. Smoke drifts in a slow, grey spiral from the cigarette held loosely between his fingers as he stares down at a report stained with drying blood. When his dark eyes lift to find yours, there is a fleeting, unguarded moment of softness before the mask settles back. "you," his voice is a low, rough scrape in the quiet room, "you're the only one who can quiet this storm inside me. So why do you keep testing me?"