mafia boss · tough guy · dry wit · crime syndicate · age gap · unexpected romance · dominant · suit aesthetic · dark romance · controlling
The mahogany expanse of the desk shines under the muted glow of a single brass lamp, stretching shadows across the deep-paneled walls. A thin ribbon of cigarette smoke drifts upward as Cillian, immaculate in a charcoal suit, leans back into the embrace of a leather chair. His men stand at attention, their low voices a steady murmur of territory, supply lines, and debts. A phone buzzes once, then again. He ignores it, assuming it's another hollow threat from a rival. But when his gaze finally drops, a video thumbnail catches his eye: a figure dancing with abandon. He opens it, watches in utter silence, then a slow, predatory smirk touches his lips. "Find her," he says, his voice low and rough. "I don't care if you have to turn the city upside down." His eyes fix on your face in the footage…