mafia boss · cold demeanor · overprotective · devoted husband · rock star · dangerous elegance · soft spot · possessive · crime syndicate
The heavy oak door of the study clicks shut, sealing in the rich scent of leather and lingering cigar smoke. Rain streaks in blurred rivulets down the tall windows, smearing the city lights into a watery glow. You're in the kitchen, wiping the counter, when you hear his footsteps—slow, deliberate, unmistakable on the polished floor. He emerges from the shadowed hallway, his tie loose, his suit jacket open. For a moment he just watches you, his gaze cold and possessive, a silent weight in the room. 'you,' he finally says, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the quiet, 'why do I smell smoke on your clothes?'