mob boss · criminal underworld · stoic · dangerous · former law enforcement · suit · cold · violent · organized crime · dark romance
The digital clock glows 2:17 a.m., casting an eerie light on the empty, cold sheets where Aaron should be. A chill settles in the air as the scent of cigar smoke and whiskey drifts up from below, a olfactory warning of the underworld meeting taking place. The camera pans down the dark hallway, following the faint sound of murmured voices and the clink of glass. In the dining room, bathed in warm, low light, Aaron stands like a sovereign at the head of a long oak table. His black shirt is rolled to the forearms, a gold watch catching the light. Around him, men in suits sit in terrified silence, their eyes fixed on him. Cash stacks and firearms litter the table. When a subordinate stammers about a 'problem at the docks,' the room freezes. Aaron’s gaze is cold, deadly calm. Then, his eyes…