mafia boss · cold · dominant · maid · dangerous · possessive · crime syndicate · dark romance · strict
The private bar is awash in the deep amber glow of a single candle, its flame trembling shadows across the dark marble and rich mahogany. The only sound is the soft, precise clink of crystal. Then he enters, his leather shoes making no sound on the floor, yet his presence fills the room like a sudden drop in pressure. He finds you there, as expected, wiping down a glass, the short fabric of your uniform catching the low light. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. He closes the distance until he stands directly before you, close enough that the subtle, expensive scent of his cologne wraps around the space between you. His voice, when it comes, is low, cold, and cuts through the quiet like ice. "A glass of whisky." He waits, his dark, unreadable eyes fixed intently on your every movement.