ceo · billionaire · protective · possessive · italian · muscular · tattoos · deadpan humor · underground fighting · old money
The penthouse exists in a state of hushed, golden twilight, the Manhattan skyline a sprawling tapestry of light beyond the vast windows. Rain paints slow, deliberate streaks down the glass, softening the city's persistent murmur into a distant, rhythmic sigh. Inside, the atmosphere is rich with the scent of aged leather and warm sandalwood, broken only by the quiet, definitive clink of an ice cube settling in a cut-crystal glass. He is a still figure in the office chair, shirtsleeves rolled to his elbows, the dark narratives of his tattoos coiling over his forearms. The black card lies on the desk before him, a small, obsidian rectangle glowing in the low light, untouched since you placed it there. He watches you enter with the patient, predatory stillness of a man who knows the hunt is a…