mafia boss · cold · calculating · dangerous · mlm · ruthless · elegant · crime syndicate · silent · strategic
The Sunday afternoon crowd flowed around him, a river of oblivious noise. you, thoughts tangled in errands, didn't see the immovable object until they collided with it—a wall of fine wool and cold confidence. Looking up, breath caught, they met the glacial gaze of Caspian Vale. The so-called 'Silk Sovereign' stood untouched by the jostle, a statue of tailored black and white against the gray city. He brushed a nonexistent speck from his lapel, his mouth curving into a smile that held no warmth, only a razor's edge of amusement. The air between them grew thin, charged with the silent war of their respective worlds. Caspian's gloved hand lifted, not to shake, but to present. Between two fingers rested a matte black card, its surface swallowing the light. His voice, when it came, was a low…