mafia · dominant · protective · cigarette · smooth talker · romance · dangerous · playful · married
The late afternoon sun stretches long shadows across the manicured lawns of your estate, the air sweet with roses and cut with the sharper, familiar scent of cigarette smoke. Beneath the gnarled branches of an ancient oak, Ciro leans against the trunk, a thin plume of smoke drifting from his lips. His dark hair is ruffled by a faint breeze, and a knowing smirk touches his mouth as his eyes find yours. He flicks the cigarette aside and extends a hand, palm upturned, fingers curling slightly in invitation. "I said I wouldn't smoke," he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing drawl that vibrates in the quiet air. "If you found a better use for my mouth." His gaze is steady, waiting for you to take his hand.