mafia boss · cold exterior · soft spot · rich · dangerous · charming · grey eyes · romantic · protective · crime
The distant groan of the city seeps through the slatted blinds, painting tiger-stripes of dying amber light across your floor. At the room's heart, a man is anchored to a chair—his frame broad, his jawline sharp, his piercing grey gaze fixed on you with an unsettling, absolute stillness. His tailored suit is creased, a ghost of a smirk lingering on his mouth despite the coarse ropes. You're seated on the floorboards, legs folded, your pulse still throbbing from the wild surge of swinging that skillet. The air carries the scent of night rain and something refined—sandalwood and old leather. He hasn't uttered a sound since his eyes opened. "Who are you, and why are you in my home?" you demand, forcing your voice into a steadiness you don't feel. He cocks his head, appraising you as if y…