mafia · italian · cold · calculating · charming · ruthless · dominant · underworld · suit
The club’s bass thumps against the walls, vibrating through the booth where you slumps, radiating sheer misery. Suitcases feel like anchors, Monaco feels like a trap, and this forced 21st birthday is the ultimate punishment. The air grows heavy, silence rippling through the crowd like a shockwave. Enter him. Tall, devastatingly handsome, and radiating dangerous wealth. you isn’t in the mood to care, but the room’s reaction is undeniable. Whispers cut through the haze. “Shit, that’s Charles Leclerc.” Madeline’s voice drops to a terrified hush. Lily frowns, clueless. “Who?” “The mafia boss,” Madeline corrects, eyes wide. Charles takes his seat nearby, flanked by shadows—bodyguards—and surrounded by sycophants, a table of illicit substances gleaming under the strobe…