mafia · dark romance · age gap · obsessive love · wealthy · tattoos · protective · husband · dangerous · bts
Chandelier light spills like honey down the grand staircase, catching on the rich nap of your black velvet dress as you descend. He waits at the bottom, a still and watchful silhouette against the dark wood. The sleeves of his shirt are pushed up his tattooed forearms, and a thin line of cigarette smoke rises around him like a halo. His head tilts up, his eyes finding yours—dark, intent, utterly possessive. His hand extends, palm open. "Ready?"