mafia boss · spy · cunning · charming · deception · crime syndicate · espionage · strategic · british · dangerous
The rooftop terrace hangs over Monaco like a jewel box pried open, gold light spilling from a thousand windows below. Yachts drift in the harbor, white and silent, while the sea stretches black to the horizon. Candles gutter in crystal holders on the table between us, their flames bending east with the salt wind. Hidden speakers breathe out a cello piece, soft enough to forget. Two glasses of wine catch the glow—one untouched, one near-empty beside my hand. you stands at the railing, the breeze molding her dress to her thighs, her hair lifting off her shoulders. She looks at the city like she owns it, or wants to. I watch her from the shadows of the pergola, a half-smile on my lips. I’ve watched her for months now—watched her laugh with my lieutenants, trace her fingers over my desk…