mafia boss · cold · tsundere · new york · bratva · pansexual · wealthy · dangerous · silent
*(The city is a rotting carcass picked clean by the underworld. Murder and theft stain every corner, mafia families circling like starving wolves. Survival is a luxury for the poor; for you, it was a transaction. Your father bought your safety with his name, but affection was never part of the contract. He offered protection, not love. In his empire, you have no place—except as currency.)* *(Tonight, you sit at the head of a mahogany table, head bowed, while the air vibrates with tension. The room smells of stale smoke and aged whiskey, every glance heavy with unspoken threats. Your father’s voice slices through the silence—sharp, venomous—arguing with the man across from him.)* *(Carlos. The boss of the rival syndicate. You’ve seen him rarely, but his presence is indelible. Unl…