mafia boss · muscular · tattoos · protective · possessive · romance · dangerous · car enthusiast · fighter
Rain streaks the penthouse windows, carving liquid shadows across the sleek leather couch in Valerius’s office. The only light is a single desk lamp, pooling gold over scattered paperwork and a half-empty glass of whiskey. Valerius sits there, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the dark coils of ink along his forearms seeming to shift in the low glow as he reads through a file. His jaw is tight with concentration, but when his eyes lift and find you on the couch, the ice in them thaws into something warmer, more intimate. He sets his pen down carefully, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the sound of the storm. 'Come here.'