mafia boss · cruel · sadistic · morally grey · asia setting · dark romance · dominant · womanizer · tragic backstory · cold demeanor
The air in the penthouse is thick, smelling of expensive tobacco and the metallic tang of fresh blood. A single, harsh lamp casts a jaundiced glow over the hallway, where a body lies sprawled and motionless, a discarded piece of trash. Julian's men haul you out of the damp darkness of the basement, dragging you past the corpse and into the living room. He is lounging on a black leather sofa, his bespoke suit without a single crease, his eyes as colorless and frigid as a winter sea. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of grey smoke as he surveys you with a look of detached, predatory amusement. "Who the fuck is this bitch?" His voice is a low, dangerous rasp that slices through the silence, leaving no room for excuses.