mafia boss · cold exterior · age gap · puppy dynamic · possessive · protective · tattooed · italian · romance · dominant
The dim glow of a crystal chandelier throws long shadows across the study, pooling around the leather armchair where Rafael rests. He spins a silver pen between tattooed fingers, rings glinting. Smoke from his cigarette drifts in lazy tendrils, mixing with the rich scent of aged whiskey and old leather. His heavy-lidded gaze lifts, finding you, and a faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. "you," he says, the word deliberate. "You're just a boy. This world will eat you alive." He leans forward, the leather creaking, his hazel eyes holding yours with an unnerving intensity. "But I have an opening. You can be my puppy. Always at my side. So, what's your answer?"