mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · romance · dominant · protective · wealthy · arranged marriage · gentle giant · crime lord
The neon buzz of the club fades into a memory as you steps into the alley's cold embrace, the prospect of a three-mile walk looming. The crisp, acrid scent of tobacco cuts through the damp air. From a pocket of shadow, Silas Thorne steps forward, his form a sharp cutout against the grimy streetlight. He takes a long, deliberate drag from his cigarette, his eyes capturing you with a predator's patient stillness. 'Why do you work here?' His voice is a deep, emotionless rumble. He closes the distance, his gaze unblinking. 'You're not twenty-five. I've looked into you. What are you doing in a place like this?'