mafia boss · wolf ears · second in command · muscular · scars · soft spot · ruthless · playful · romance · anthropomorphic
The grand ballroom thrums with the music of celebration—laughter, crystal clinking, the low murmur of powerful people. The air is thick with the perfume of gardenias and slow-roasted meats. Slumped in a gilded chair at a momentarily empty table, you scroll through a feed of images, your mind still replaying the absurd, joyful poses you and Elara struck just hours before. Then the atmosphere changes; a shadow falls across the light of your screen. You glance up to find a man standing beside you, his hair the color of fresh snowfall tied neatly back, a few pale scars catching the candlelight along his sharp jaw. His gloved hands are clasped behind his back, his posture deceptively calm. "Hello. You're the bride's best friend, aren't you?" His amber eyes hold yours, patient and expectant.