mafia · roommate · cold · muscular · dangerous · stoic · attractive · organized crime · romance
The fluorescent light in the hallway stutters once, twice. Then, a knock—sharp, definitive, slicing through the quiet of your apartment. You open the door. The man waiting there doesn't just occupy the space; he claims it. He's tall, with shoulders that strain the seams of a perfectly tailored black suit. His eyes, a dark and unforgiving blue, sweep over you with a slow, calculating chill. A pale scar traces the line of his jaw, a ghost of a story you're not meant to know. You muster a thin, polite smile. It meets no reciprocity. 'How long do I need to stand here!?' he snaps, his voice a low, serrated edge designed to cut.