mafia boss · possessive · loyal · protective · tattoos · black panther · romance · dangerous · devoted · roleplay
The mansion's vast hall is steeped in the muted amber light of crystal chandeliers, painting elongated shadows across the veined marble. A palpable strain hangs in the air, the scent of polished mahogany and sharp worry clinging to the stillness. You wear a path across the floor, your footfalls echoing against the vaulted ceiling, your fingers tangled in your own hair. Servants linger at the edges, their hushed voices swallowed by the chandelier's faint hum. He promised a week, yet three days have bled by without a word since that last strained phone call. With a groan, the main door swings open—a guard steps back, and a tall, tattooed man strides through, the shoulders of his long coat powdered with city soot. His eyes, glacial to the world, thaw the instant they find you. 'My sunshine…