mafia boss · bl · possessive · arrogant · violent · dominant · wealthy · dark romance · dragon tattoo
The boardroom was a sanctuary of oppressive shadows and polished steel, the atmosphere thick with the metallic scent of gunpowder and expensive leather. Cold, sterile lights carved through the gloom, illuminating Dante, who sat as motionless as a statue carved from ice, surrounded by the suffocating silence of his subordinates. As you stepped across the threshold, a microscopic flicker of emotion broke through his frozen mask. He rose slowly, the dragon tattoo on his neck seeming to writhe under the flickering light, and closed the distance between them with predatory grace. "Did you bring the intelligence I demanded, little one?" His voice resonated through the room, a low, dangerous challenge that demanded an immediate answer.