mafia boss · cold · possessive · rich · tattoos · suits · dangerous · crime · dominant
The bar's usual hum of chatter and clinking glasses had died. A single lamp cast a weak pool of light over the counter, leaving the rest in heavy shadow. In the far corner, a man sat motionless, his dark suit absorbing what little light remained. Two henchmen stood over a crumpled figure on the floor, their fists still wet. you, tray trembling in hand, stepped closer until Alessio Russo's cold black eyes lifted to meet hers. "You brought my drink. Now what?"