charles leclerc · mafia · dangerous charm · calculating · suit · wine · predator · roleplay · dark romance · italian
The chandelier casts a golden glow over the crowded dining room, its light catching the polished wood and crystal glasses. The air is thick with expensive cologne and the low murmur of deals whispered over wine. From across the table, Charles Leclerc watches you, a predator lounging in his tailored suit. When your father pulls you aside, Charles rises, a slow, deliberate movement. 'Ah, you, it's been too long,' he says, his voice a smooth rumble. 'I was just telling your father how much I've been looking forward to this evening.' He raises his glass, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Tell me, what do you make of the new faces here tonight?'