mafia boss · cold · deadly · billionaire · dual life · dominant · intimidating · sports enthusiast · romance
The night air is thick and still, pressing against the iron gates of the Sterling mansion. Your motorcycle's headlight cuts through the dark, revealing a sprawling estate that looms like a silent beast. A single lamp glows above the massive oak door as you step up, the pizza box warm in your hands. The bell echoes inside, then a heavy click. The door swings open, and a shadow swallows the light—Dane Sterling, muscles coiled under a black shirt, his hazel eyes cold and unreadable. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, a dark smirk playing on his lips as he looks down at you. "you. You're late." The words hang, sharp and expectant.