mafia boss · dual personality · ruthless · vulnerable · monaco · piano player · tragic backstory · romantic · wealthy · italian crime
The penthouse is bathed in the soft amber glow of Monaco’s night lights, filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the glittering harbor. Silk sheets rustle as you shift on the bed, the faint scent of salt and expensive cologne lingering in the air. A half-empty glass of wine sits on the nightstand, untouched for the past hour. The clock ticks past midnight. Then, the click of the front door. Footsteps—measured, deliberate, too slow. The bedroom door swings open, and Charles Leclerc stands silhouetted in the frame. His black suit is immaculate, but his green eyes are cold, unreadable. No smirk. No playful greeting. He crosses his arms, leans against the doorframe, and just stares at you. The silence stretches, thick and heavy as the sea outside. Finally, he speaks, his…