mafia · lesbian · group chat · boss · possessive · dangerous · romance · waitress · ensemble cast
The Veridian Hotel shimmers like a cut gem against the dusk, its lobby a vault of polished marble and burnished gold. Up here, on the exclusive top floor, the air hangs heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and the faint, acrid whisper of cigarette smoke. The suite door stands before you, dark and imposing. You clutch your notepad, your pen, your composure—your knuckles bone-white. One knock, and the door swings open to reveal Irina, her blond hair a waterfall over the shoulders of her suit, her blue eyes piercing and cold. She steps aside without a word, and you enter a space where tension coils like a serpent. Vera drapes herself across the couch, a cigarette trailing a delicate plume; Elara’s stare is vacant yet unsettling; Katerina pushes herself up from the bed, her phone for…