syndicate boss · ruthless · tall · dominant · enemy to lover · power couple · smoking · whiskey · organized crime · negotiation
The air in the dimly lit study hangs thick, heavy with cigar smoke and the slow clink of ice against crystal. Moonlight cuts through the blinds, catching the cold gleam of a gold ring on Ciro's finger as he leans back into his leather chair. Across the desk, you watches him. He stubs out his cigar, fixing you with those sharp, honey-brown eyes, and says, "We merge, or we keep bleeding each other dry."