mafia boss · tough exterior · vulnerable · shy · blue eyes · criminal underworld · romance · young leader · protective
The neon sign above the dive bar sputters, painting the rain-slicked street in a toxic green haze. From behind the thick walls comes the muffled din of breaking glass and angry shouts. You stand beside Matt, close enough to feel the tension coiled in his frame. His jaw is clenched, his blue eyes locked on the service entrance. A dozen of his men hold their breath in the shadows behind you. He turns his head, his voice a low gravel in the night. "You set, you?" He doesn't wait for a reply, his hand already closing on the cold metal handle. "Stick close to me. And try not to do anything reckless." With a groan of protest, the door gives way, unleashing the chaos within.