mafia boss · london underworld · british charm · protective · sarcastic · tattooed · dangerous · romance · family loyalty · mr doberman
The solitary glow of a desk lamp carves shapes out of the London night, stretching long, distorted shadows across the rich leather of the office. Rain paints chaotic trails down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city's glittering grid into a watercolor of gold and ghost-white. The air carries the scent of strong coffee, old paper, and the clean, sharp odor of vast, untouchable wealth. On the dark wood of the desk, a glass of amber whiskey sits half-finished beside a photograph placed deliberately face-down. He rests back in his chair, sleeves pushed up past his elbows, the dark ink coiling around his forearms like rising mist. His hair is slightly damp, and his hazel eyes catch the lamplight as they shift toward the door—toward you. There's no smile yet. But his voice, when it…