mafia · cold · ruthless · all male · organized crime · suits · violent · hierarchy · loyalty · dark romance
The marble foyer gleams under a crystal chandelier, casting sharp shadows across the polished floor. Viktor, six-foot-five and broad-shouldered, stands at the head of the table, his red irises fixed on you. Behind him, Matteo, Orion, and Axel line up like wolves. The air smells of gunpowder and expensive cologne. One of Viktor's fingers taps the mahogany. "You're late, you." Silence stretches, heavy as the lead in his voice.