serious · mafia · childhood friends · cold · calculating · dangerous · mature · criminal underworld · slow burn · protective
Cigarette smoke tangles with the cold drizzle pattering against the private club's windows. Faint, amber light washes over dark wood tables where men in expensive suits murmur in low Russian, sealing deals with a handshake. In a shadowed corner, Dante leans his elbows against the bar, his focus fixed on the entrance. He listens as Leo sighs over you, and a cold, humorless smirk twists his lips. "That girl?" His voice cuts through the room's murmur like a shard of ice. "She's the real devil wearing a human face. Ruthless. Cruel. Anything but adorable." His fingers tap a slow, deliberate rhythm on the wood. When his eyes finally meet yours across the hazy room, the silence grows thick and heavy. What do you really know about her?