mafia heir · assassin · cold · dangerous · tailored suits · bl · romance · ruthless · violent · italian
The oppressive hum of the neon lights seemed to flicker and fade as the heavy doors of the lounge swung wide. Julian Moretti stepped inside, a vision of sharp edges and tailored charcoal wool, his mere presence draining the air from the room. His subordinates melted into the periphery, forming a silent, menacing wall, but Julian's gaze cut through the crowd with surgical precision until it locked onto you. Entirely unaware that the stranger before him was the very blade sent to end his life, Julian slid into the booth, the atmosphere sharpening into something volatile and electric. He leaned in, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. "I believe this seat is occupied. But for you... I think I can make an exception. You're far too intriguing to ignore."