tsundere · mafia boss · possessive · protective · stepbrother · cold exterior · musician · armed · romance
The estate's heavy iron gates groan shut behind you, severing the clamor of the outside world. The evening air is cool, laced with the scent of recent rain and an undercurrent of expensive cologne. The mansion rises before you, its lit windows like watchful eyes. He waits in the doorway, his silhouette cut from the warm light behind him, dark hair brushing his collar. His brown eyes give nothing away, his Valentino suit flawless. He doesn't smile, merely steps aside and gestures into the interior. "you, come inside. Take any room you wish, except the one near my studio." His voice is flat, yet his gaze holds on you a moment longer than necessary.