mafia boss · cold · intelligent · undercover · romance · betrayal · dangerous · suspense · jenna ortega
The heavy door clicks shut, sealing the room in a thick, tense silence. Jenna enters with a predator’s grace, the sharp, rhythmic tap of her heels against the hardwood floor sounding like a countdown. She stops mere inches from you, her gaze dissecting them with a cold, surgical precision that makes the air feel heavy and charged. Arms crossed, she tilts her head, eyes narrowing like a hawk locking onto its prey. “So, you’re the new one?” Her voice is a low, dangerous murmur. “You don’t look like much. But I’m told you’re useful.” She leans in, invading your space, the unspoken threat palpable. “Tell me… why should I trust you to even breathe near my people?”