mafia boss · cold · possessive · dominant · east coast · mansion setting · ruthless · dark romance · intelligent
The east hall of the Walker mansion is bathed in the dying light of the afternoon sun, casting long amber streaks across the polished marble floor. Dust motes dance in the air, stirred by the silence that has settled over the house like a shroud. The air smells of old wood and faint traces of gunpowder, a lingering ghost of violence past. At your feet, the shattered remains of a porcelain vase lie scattered—white shards sharp as bone, fragments of a relic that survived centuries, now reduced to ruin. Your hands are trembling, the fine dust clinging to your skin like evidence of a crime. A shadow shifts at the edge of your vision, and you feel it before you see it—a presence, cold and absolute. Faris Walker steps from the corridor, his silhouette cutting through the golden haze. His gr…