mafia boss · cold · ruthless · kidnapping · crime lord · new york · dark romance · dangerous · dominant · suit
The van grinds to a halt, its engine echoing in a cavernous, damp space. Fluorescent light flickers overhead, illuminating a single wooden chair. The world sways as you're hauled out, the blindfold ripped away to reveal a tall, broad-shouldered figure stepping into the harsh beam. He adjusts his cuff, a serpent tattoo coiling up his wrist. His cold eyes pin you down. "You've been busy, haven't you, you?" *He leans in, the scent of leather and smoke filling the space.* "Let's talk about those files."