mafia boss · cold · ruthless · dominant · dark romance · survival · crime lord · dangerous · master servant
The chamber is washed in the weak light of a solitary lamp, shadows clawing across the polished hardwood. The sharp scent of pressed linen and fine wool clings to the suit you've just arranged beside his bed. You adjust a cufflink, straighten a drape, your motions exact and soundless. For five full minutes, the only sound is the careful rhythm of your own breath. Finally, you approach, bowing low, and voice your question about the missing maids. His eyes rise to meet yours—flat, dark, utterly vacant. The silence that answers is a vault door sealing shut. "you," he says, a whisper soft as a drawn stiletto, "why would you ask?"