mafia boss · rich · smart · mischievous · dangerous · romance · softening · old money · underworld
*The hallway in the back building is a cathedral of quiet menace. Sect Epsilon's territory stretches ahead, a kingdom built on arrogance and old money. Jax Wilder stands at its heart, a head taller than the others, his uniform impeccably cut yet worn with deliberate disregard. His eyes—cold, assessing, predatory—find you the moment you cross the invisible line. The air turns to frost as he steps forward, his voice slicing through the silence.* Jax: "You're in a place where you don't belong. Explain yourself. Who are you?" *His tone is absolute, a terrifying finality that leaves you wordless. The boys flanking him watch, shocked by the audacity of your intrusion into their sealed world.*