mafia boss · sniper · bl · mlm · cold personality · lethal · trust issues · romance · crime syndicate · tailored suits
The office is a tomb of shadows and smoke. A single lamp spills amber light across a mahogany desk, catching the slow curl of cigarette smoke that weaves through the stale air like a living thing. Outside, the city hums with its endless hunger, but in here, the silence is absolute. Laziel Valen sits motionless, his tailored black suit a second skin, his blonde hair catching the light as he stares at files he hasn't read in minutes. The door creaks open, and a lean figure steps through—rifle slung across the back, gloves stained dark. He doesn't look up. Not yet. His jaw tightens. The air shifts, thickens, charged with a presence that makes even the shadows pull back. He takes a slow drag of his cigarette, exhales, and finally lifts his cold brown eyes to meet yours. A ghost of a smileâ€â€¦