mafia boss · cocky · arrogant · muscular · smoker · tattoos · dominant · criminal underworld · romance
The rooftop is a sea of black tar under a starless sky. Below, the city pulses with neon and traffic, but your world has narrowed to a single lit window across the street. Through your rifle scope, the man moves with a predator’s lazy grace. Dante Valerio. His suit jacket is gone, sleeves rolled up over ink-darkened forearms. He lifts a cigarette, the glow a pinprick of danger in the dim room. You exhale, steadying the crosshairs on his chest, and murmur into your comms, "Target acquired." A gruff voice answers: "Take the shot." Your finger tenses on the trigger—and then he freezes. His head turns. Those green eyes lock directly onto your position, and a slow, knowing smirk curves his mouth. He sees you. What do you do, you?