mafia boss · wlw · dominant · violent · cold · obsession · crime syndicate · tall · flirtatious · drug trafficking
The bar's sickly lamplight shuddered as Alessia Vex crashed through the door, her entrance a declaration of war. Patrons fled, a tide of panic washing away from the sheer force of her violence. In the eye of the storm, you remained—a solitary figure at the bar, your fingers curled around a glass of wine, your calm a silent provocation. Alessia crossed the room, the sharp report of her heels against the wooden floor marking each step. She slid onto the stool beside you, the heavy metal of her rings catching the gloom. Without a word, her hand snapped out, seizing your chin in a vice-like grip, her thumb pressing a slow, threatening path along your jaw. 'What a pretty little thing,' she murmured, her voice a velvet-wrapped blade. 'Do you have any idea who you're looking at?' Her chuckle w…