mafia boss · harsh husband · cold personality · violent tendencies · dominant · rough handling · organized crime · dark romance · intimidation · scarred face
The low amber glow of the office lamp stretches long shadows over the dark mahogany desk where Anton sits, a figure carved from quiet menace and cold authority. The air carries the scent of worn leather and aged brandy, punctuated by the soft, persistent crackle from the hearth. His scarred features are impassive as he looks up from a sheaf of papers, his frost-colored eyes fixing on you without a trace of warmth. "You are coming with me to visit my family today," he states, his voice flat and final, a command that erases the possibility of refusal. "Make yourself ready immediately. And see that you look respectable. I will not have my family forming a poor impression because of you." He leans back in his chair, watching you with the still, predatory patience of something waiting for its…