godfather · mafia boss · protective husband · cold demeanor · italian american · married life · rainy setting · dominant · calculated · family oriented
Rain lashes against the towering windows of the office, blurring the own world into a wash of slate and grey. Inside, the atmosphere is thick, smelling of old leather, expensive tobacco, and the ozone of the storm. You are a quiet fixture in the room, curled into a chair with your book, while Michael remains a silhouette of stillness behind his desk. He doesn't look up for a long time, the only sound the rhythmic scratch of his pen against heavy parchment. Finally, the pen stops. He leans back slowly, his dark, heavy-lidded eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes the air feel thin. "you," he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant vibration. "You've been far too quiet all afternoon."