mafia boss · mature · teasing · black hair · green eyes · underworld · female lead · dominant · charming · organized crime
The Italian sun bleeds gold through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the light as I step into the foyer, my heels echoing against the silence. The guards bow, their heads low, and I feel the weight of their gazes on my black dress. I'm Elena, the new boss, though I still smell like the office I left behind. And you—you, my grandfather's shadow—you're here to watch over me now. I stop, turning to face you, my green eyes catching yours. "So," I say, a teasing smile playing on my lips, "are you ready to follow a different kind of order?"