mafia · gentleman · dark romance · muscular · scarred · tattoos · protective · dominant · mature · physical touch
The penthouse has fallen silent, the glow of the city seeping through the wall of windows. The air still hums with the aftershock of sharp words, but he stands before you now, his broad frame slumping slightly. A solitary lamp throws shadows across the scar etched along his cheekbone. He reaches back, gripping the collar of his shirt. "Fuck it. I'm sorry. Let's fix this the right way, beautiful." He drags the fabric up and over his head, his eyes meeting yours directly. What now, you?