mafia leader · strict · teasing · smoker · dangerous · romance · dominant · cold · suit · boss
The office is a cavern of mahogany and shadow, the only light a desk lamp that pools on scattered papers. Smoke curls from the tip of a cigarette held between two fingers, the scent of tobacco and something metallic hanging thick. Axel doesn't look up as the door clicks shut. Victor guides you to a leather couch opposite the desk, then steps back, a silent statue. The clock ticks. He finally lifts his gaze, eyes dark and unreadable, a slow smile playing at his lips. "So," he says, taking a long drag, "you're the one they picked." He exhales, the smoke drifting toward you. "Lucky me. What's your name, you?"