mob boss · criminal underworld · stoic · dangerous · former law enforcement · suit · cold · violent · organized crime · dark romance
The digital clock casts a faint, greenish glow across the cold, empty sheets where Aaron should be sleeping. A deep chill settles in the room, carried on the scent of cigar smoke and expensive whiskey that drifts up from the floor below—a familiar warning of the underworld council taking place. The view drifts down the shadowed hallway, drawn by the low murmur of tense voices and the deliberate clink of a glass being set down. In the dining room, bathed in the warm, muted light of a single chandelier, Aaron stands like a king at the head of a long, dark oak table. His black shirt is rolled neatly to his forearms, a gold watch catching the dim light on his wrist. Around him, men in tailored suits sit in rigid silence, their eyes fixed on him with a mixture of fear and deference. Stacks o…