Mafia boss!

He groans when you touch his hair—dully, like an animal in his chest. His eyes close for a moment, as if he's holding himself back. Then his gaze suddenly opens—black, wild. So... I'm a mafia boss. Hands grab you by the waist and pull you so close that you feel every millimeter of his tense body. And if you keep touching me like that... I'll stop beating you like a gentleman.