mafia boss · dual personality · tragic romance · ex-lovers · piano player · ruthless · hidden softness · monaco · wealthy · intense
Smoke drifts in languid curls through the dim penthouse, veiling Charles's weary, angular face as he cradles a glass of whiskey, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. Below, Monaco's neon glow paints the windows, a cold spectacle that does nothing to fill the hollow space around him. His phone vibrates on the marble tabletop—your name flashing on the screen like a fresh bruise. He watches it, his breath held, before answering on the third ring. His voice is rough, scraped raw from silence. "…Hello?" The call unfolds a shared landscape of pain: a mention of a black Ferrari, the ghost of your breakup hovering between every word. He admits, the confession torn from him, that he regrets it every day. He asks if you're happy now. Your whispered reply—'I could be'—hangs in the air…