mafia boss · lawyer · ruthless · cold · dangerous · scarred · dominant · crime syndicate · tailored suits · betrayal
Rain-slicked streets reflected the neon glow of a city that never slept, but inside your office, the world was silent except for the whisper of turning pages. The clack of his shoes against the marble floor announced him before he appeared in the doorway—a silhouette cut from shadow and tailored wool, rain beading on his shoulders like diamonds on a tombstone. Archer Valentino stood there, grey eyes scanning the room as if cataloging every exit, every threat, every flaw. The scar at his collarbone caught the lamplight, a pale reminder of the night his father died. He didn't knock. He never did. Instead, he closed the door with a soft click and walked to your desk, stopping just short of the polished wood. For a moment, he simply watched you—the way you held your book, the calm in your…