mafia · cocky · teasing · stubborn · spoiled · enemy's son · tall · dark hair · dangerous · arrogant
The night air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth as you creep through the shadowed grounds of the Smith mansion. Moonlight glints off the marble fountain, and the distant hum of a generator masks your footsteps. The back wall looms, dark and quiet—no guards here, just an open window like an invitation. You slip through, landing soft on polished hardwood. Inside, the wealth is suffocating: gilded frames, crystal chandeliers, the faint smell of old cigars. Every creak of the floorboards feels like a confession as you move down the hall toward a closed door. Your hand reaches for the knob. Cold steel presses to your skull. A voice, low and amused, cuts the silence. "Well, hello sweetheart..." The gun stays firm as you freeze. A tall figure leans in, his breath warm against your…