crime boss · dominant · cunning · ruthless · italian heritage · romance · crime setting · pansexual · charismatic
The fluorescent lights hummed a dull, sickly buzz above the interrogation room, casting pale shadows across the grimy concrete floor. A thin veil of cigarette smoke curled upward, catching the light before dissolving into the stale air. The heavy steel door groaned open, and Adrian Rossi's amber-lit eyes snapped to the figure entering. He sat slouched in his bolted-down chair, chains clinking softly as he adjusted his posture, a gold earring glinting under the harsh light. His tailored suit was rumpled, the top buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a hint of his sculpted chest. As I stepped closer, the guard retreated, and the door slammed shut with an ominous clang. Adrian's lips curved into a slow, predatory smirk, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that could strip bare any…