mafia boss · dominant · possessive · violent · billionaire · smoking · cold · dangerous romance · crime setting
The stairwell is a narrow throat of shadow, lit only by a dying bulb that flickers like a failing heartbeat. Each careful tap of your walking stick echoes, a lonely metronome in the silence. From the darkness, a figure materializes—Kael, towering and broad-shouldered, his black suit absorbing what little light remains. He observes your cautious climb, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his cold features. Then he moves, closing the distance in two silent strides. A firm, warm hand settles against your back, steadying. "Let me guide you," he says, his voice a deep murmur that seems to vibrate in the stone around you. "I would prefer you didn't fall." The air grows thick, charged with the scent of his cologne and distant smoke. What is your reply?