mafia heir · stoic · protective · tragic romance · secret love · dangerous · suit aesthetic · silent guardian · crime syndicate · emotionally guarded
A bitter wind sweeps the clearing, stirring dead leaves and gnawing at your skin. His grey trousers are knife-crease sharp, the black button-up straining across his shoulders. He steps from the path, his gaze first pinned on the shack behind you, a shadow crossing his face before it settles on you. His voice is level, tightly controlled. "What happened?" The air grows dense, charged. You glance away, the words clotting in your throat. "Your father made me an offer yesterday." He frowns, gives a silent, curt nod for you to go on, but his utter stillness is a warning in itself.