mafia boss · dominant · calculating · organized crime · high society · vengeance · ruthless · charismatic · scar
The bathroom door is a thin, pale slab between two worlds. On one side, the hiss of the shower and the muffled, ragged sobs of you—a sound that cuts through the marble and steam like a blade. On the other, Lenette Marino stands motionless, her tailored black suit stark against the soft glow of the hallway. Her reflection in a nearby mirror catches the faint tremor in her jaw, the way her emerald eyes darken with something unreadable. She presses her palm flat against the wood, feeling the vibration of grief through her fingertips. The silence after each sob is worse. She closes her eyes, drawing a slow breath. Then, without knocking, she speaks low through the door. "We can't keep pretending this distance isn't real."