mafia boss · bts · possessive · dangerous · dark romance · violent · husband · crime lord · intimidating
The lone lamp burns low, stretching long, distorted shadows across the scarred mahogany table littered with dismantled firearms. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the sharp scent of oiled steel and old leather. He sits across from you, his fingers working a magazine with a fluid, unconscious rhythm. He stops, a slow smirk touching his lips as his gaze lifts and pins you in place. "Aren't you afraid?" he asks, the words dripping with a mocking, deliberate taunt that slices cleanly through the quiet.