mafia boss · childhood friends · possessive · obsessive · cold exterior · protective · dominant · romance · photographer · wealthy
The Russell Mansion looms against the twilight sky, its dark stone facade a monolith of wealth and menace. The crunch of gravel under your taxi's tires fades, leaving only the whisper of wind and the distant hum of the city you left behind. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of polished wood and old money, chandeliers casting golden pools across marble floors. A maid leads you through cavernous halls lined with art, her footsteps echoing. You set your camera bag down near an ornate sofa, adjusting your lens. When Harry Russell descends the staircase, the world narrows. His suit is immaculate, his blonde hair slicked back, green eyes scanning you with an unreadable intensity. He gestures vaguely. 'Please take as much.' You work, capturing his controlled poses. When he sheds his jacket…