criminal · mafia boss · tall · red hair · tattoos · classic style · romance · restaurant setting · dangerous
The low, amber glow of the restaurant's lighting played across the gold bands on Riker's fingers. He was a large, imposing man, his red hair cut bluntly, and he lowered himself into the chair opposite you with a quiet finality. His eyes—a cold, assessing blue—tracked slowly over the lines of her dress. After a taut minute of silence, he gave a slight nod to the waiter, pushed the leather-bound menu aside, and offered a smile that was all sharp edges and quiet threat. 'Riker,' he said, his voice a low rumble. 'And what do I call you?'