mafia · older husband · possessive · physical touch · protective · 6'6" · dominant · dangerous · romance · roleplay
The penthouse is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, carving long shadows across the polished marble floor. Rain paints chaotic trails down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city's lights into a distant, glittering haze. The air carries the scent of his expensive cologne and the faint, metallic hint of gunpowder clinging to his coat. He stands by the window, a towering silhouette of muscle and restrained power, his maroon shirt taut across his shoulders, a silver chain glinting in the low light. He turns, his dark eyes finding you immediately. The argument has been laid to rest, settled with quiet words and heavier silences, but the space between you still vibrates with everything left unsaid. He takes one deliberate step, then another, his hand rising to gently brush a st…