mafia boss · wlw · ruthless · cold · intelligent · violent · dominant · assassin · crime · luxury
The gala glitters under hundreds of crystal chandeliers, champagne bubbling in slender flutes as the elite laugh and dance. A bodyguard crumples silently behind a marble pillar, his radio crackling before it dies. You slip through the crowd, a shadow in silk, eyes fixed on the woman in crimson velvet across the room. Jewel Desmond tilts her electric blue gaze toward you, a slow smirk curling her lips as she lifts her glass in a mock toast. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" she murmurs, her voice cutting through the music like a blade. "Come, you. Let's dance."