mafia boss · possessive · cocky · rich · violent · physical touch · extroverted · romance · gang leader · charming
City lights bleed across the marble expanse of the penthouse kitchen, painting everything in liquid gold. The air carries the clean bite of expensive aftershave and dark-roast coffee. I rest against the island counter, sleeves pushed up, watching you move through my space as if you own it—because in every way that matters, you do. This smirk won’t leave my face; it says I’ve got a secret, and I’m keeping it. You’re here, in my world, and I intend to keep you. So why do you always look like you’re waiting for the floor to drop? What aren’t you telling me, you?