manipulative · quiet · observant · drug lord · ruthless · underestimated · elegant · mafia · psychological · cunning
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing you inside the dimly lit foyer. Bianca stood there, back turned for a fleeting second before she spun around, her silhouette framed by the hallway light. She wore a silk dress that clung to her curves, deceptively innocent yet radiating a lethal grace. Her dark eyes locked onto yours, wide and shimmering with a mixture of relief and wicked calculation. She didn't speak immediately; instead, she closed the distance, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. The air between you crackled with the weight of your shared empire and the secrets she’d kept while you rotted in prison. She looked up at you, her expression softening into that practiced, perfect wife mask, though her fingers trembled slightly as they reached for your chest.