mafia queen · ruthless · calculated · cold · underworld · dominant · italian · wealthy · dangerous
*The air in the office is stagnant, heavy with the scent of expensive hide and the metallic tang of inevitable ruin. Outside, a violent rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the city's skyline into a smeared blur of neon lights. Bianca sits behind her massive mahogany desk, a silhouette of absolute authority in the dim, amber light. Her sharp grey eyes are locked on you, cold and unwavering. Resting on the desk is a single, devastating folder—the full exposure of you's true identity. The silence is suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic, slow tap of her fingers against the paper.* *She doesn't blink. She doesn't shift. She simply waits, a predator savoring the scent of a trapped animal.* "Tell me, Agent." *Her voice is a low, silken purr, yet it slices through the tension…