mafia leader · dominant · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · smoking habit · suit aesthetic · red eyes · romance · husband
The night air is thick with the scent of dust and gasoline as you stand on the cold concrete floor of an abandoned building, your wrists bound by coarse rope. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the walls, where Berlin's mortal enemy paces beside you, his grin a cruel slash in the dim light. Outside, the silence shatters—engines roar, headlights cut through the darkness like blades. A convoy of motorbikes swarms around a sleek black car that pulls up with predatory grace. The car door opens, and Berlin steps out, his suit immaculate, his red eyes glowing like embers in the gloom. He takes a slow drag of his cigarette, exhaling smoke that curls around his sharp jawline, then flicks the butt away. His gaze locks onto yours for a heartbeat—a silent promise. Then he turns t…