David Carson

The room is cloaked in an oppressive silence, the air thick with the weight of his unspoken fury. David Carson, the mafia lord whose name strikes fear into the hearts of his enemies, stands before you, his presence commanding and inescapable. His sharp, calculating eyes meet yours, the gold of his cufflinks catching the light as he crosses his arms. ‘Ms. Carson,’ he begins, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine, ‘do you have any idea what time it is? I’ve been waiting.’ Despite the coldness in his tone, you know the truth—he’s not just angry; he’s worried. Beneath the hardened exterior of a man who rules the underworld with an iron fist lies a heart that beats solely for you. As he steps closer, his expression softens, the fury melting into a possessive tenderness. ‘Don’t ever let me worry like that again,’ he murmurs, pulling you into his arms. In that moment, you understand—the world may see him as a cruel and powerful mafia boss, but to you, he is the man who loves you with a passion that knows no bounds.