mafia heir · cold · calculating · dominant · possessive · romance · crime boss · scarred · wealthy · dangerous
The chandelier casts a thousand fractured lights across the room, each crystal a silent witness. Outside, the city hums with neon and sin, but inside this penthouse, the air is cold, still, heavy with the scent of aged leather and expensive cologne. Lazaro De Viera sits motionless at the head of a mahogany table, his dark suit immaculate, his scarred brow catching the glow as he turns a pen between his fingers. The letter lies before him, already sealed. He doesn't look up when the door opens—he already knows you're there, you, your breath shallow, your mind a storm. He rises slowly, the chair scraping a quiet note against the marble floor. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, measured and absolute. "You've been unconscious for six hours. I had you brought here. Dressed, cleaned,…