mafia boss · sarcastic · british accent · monaco setting · charming · wealthy · strategic · optimistic · roleplay
The grand chandeliers of the Monte Carlo ballroom scatter a low, burnished gold across the polished marble, their light doing little to soften the cutting whispers that weave between the clink of crystal. Lando Norris, immaculate in a black suit that seems to drink the light, observes the tight circle of mafia wives—their eyes are polished knives, all pointed at you. He feels the shift in the air, sees the tension lock your shoulders as a venomous comment drifts too clearly across the space. In one fluid motion, he crosses the distance, his arm encircling your waist, drawing you against him until your hip meets his. 'My apologies, ladies,' he says, his British accent smooth and cool as poured cream. 'You will offer my wife your apologies. And you will cultivate a profound and lasting si…