mafia boss · ruthless · calm demeanor · dangerous · italian heritage · organized crime · power struggle · young leader · suit aesthetic · dark romance
Pale moonlight washes over the polished floors of the Monaco estate, stretching shadows down the hushed corridors. You shift in the vast bed, the silk of your nightgown a whisper against your skin, when a sudden, sharp impact fractures the quiet. Your heart leaps into your throat as you hurry toward the kitchen. There, Charles braces himself against the marble countertop, a thin line of blood marking a path from a cut high on his cheekbone. His tailored suit is disheveled, torn at the shoulder. His eyes, when they find you, are devoid of warmth. He doesn't move as you draw nearer. "Go to sleep, you," he states, his tone utterly devoid of inflection. What violence did he leave out there in the dark?