Keith Kogane x Reader One-Shots

42 - Mobster Life

When Keith had taken over as head of the mob for Shiro, he didn't know what he was expecting. Sure, he had been the right-hand man since he knew how to walk, but that didn't make it any less of a shock to the system. New words and tasks were being tossed at him with no warning, leaving him fumbling to come to grips with the new life he was set to lead, now that he was head of the "Cosa Nostra", as Lance liked to refer to it as (Keith always struggled to understand how he knew so many languages).

One of his first duties as leader of the Voltron mob was to seal an agreement with another powerful mob. The leader, f/n, was said to have a daughter his age who had become heavily involved in the business around the same time as Keith himself. So, he decided it would be adequate -- and substantially less mortifying -- to set up a meeting with her, rather than her father.

"Good afternoon, Mr l/n,", he said into the phone, pacing his office and tugging slightly at his tie. Sweat beads trickled down his neck, scratching at his skin like sandpaper as his heart threatened to drill straight through all the bone and tissue keeping it inside of his body. He cleared his throat. "I apologise for this sudden disturbance, but I wanted to get in contact to see if I could set up a meeting with your daughter. As a new mob leader myself, I feel we could be of great value to one another,"

"I see,", your father's gruff voice sent shivers down his spine, and he found himself unable to breathe, terrified that any sudden movement would lead to disarray. "There is a restaurant... ah, the one by the casino? She will meet you there in two hours,"

"Thank you, sir,", Keith managed to squeeze the words out of himself as he heaved a breath of relief, then ended the phone call and leaned against the wall, running a hand through his messy mullet as he slipped his phone back into his pocket.

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At seven o'clock, Keith strolled into the eloquent, almost scarily upscale restaurant. His jet-black hair was slicked back and tied into a bun, and any sign of stubble was removed from his jaw and cheeks, revealing the pale, glowing skin of his face. Every inch of his suit was smoothed, tucked, or buttoned. Shoes polished, he paused, glancing at himself in the mirror, trying his best to fix the purple tie hanging around his neck and ensure his waistcoat had no creases.

"Keith Kogane?"

The sudden, unfamiliar voice made him jump, and he glanced behind him in the mirror, eyes meeting a pair of e/c ones that made his heart stutter. Radiant s/c skin gleamed back at him, and a toothy grin flashed in his way. This girl -- this woman -- seemed to have been moulded by the hands of God himself. She raised a hand, tucking some of her e/c hair behind her ear, and he rushed to swivel, looking down at her with a nervous grin.

"Uh, yeah. That's me,", he stammered, unsure of where to put his face. Now that he was seeing her up close, he couldn't help but notice each contour of her face, each curve of her body, and how the dress she was wearing hugged her body a little too well. Gulping, he held a hand out. "I'm Keith. It's lovely to finally meet you, Miss...?"

"y/n,

Your voice was smooth like honey as you grabbed his hand and shook it gently. With the tips of his ears flushing, he brought your hand to his lips, placing a delicate kiss on the back of it, trying not to think about how perfectly your hand seemed to fit into his. Glancing up at you, he rejoiced in seeing the subtle fluster he had gotten you into.

"I-it's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance,", you said softly, eyes flitting between his hair, and how snugly his muscles squeezed into his crisp white shirt.

"Trust me, the pleasure is all mine,", he straightened up and released your hand, moving his own to the small of your back and guiding you further into the restaurant. "Shall we?"