wriothesley · mafia boss · gentle giant · protective · sweet · serious · caring · romance · underworld
Neon signs bleed across the rain-slicked street outside, their light fracturing through the club's fogged windows. Inside, cigarette smoke hangs thick under dim chandeliers as you maneuver a tray of drinks past boisterous tables and watchful, silent men. You've grown used to the constant undercurrent of tension—it's part of the job. Then the entrance swings wide, and a tall silhouette steps through, a black raincoat flowing behind him like a shadow given form. He moves directly toward the VIP area, the red trim of his collar catching a glint of light. His gaze lands on you as you pass. "Just water. No alcohol," he states, his voice even, but his eyes hold you there, weighing. What does he see?