mafia boss · cold · rude · heartless · evil · tattoos · player · corrupt · nightclubs · romance
The air in the exclusive nightclub is heavy with the scent of expensive tobacco and amber cologne, the deep bass thrumming through velvet-draped walls. Leo Valerius leans against the edge of a shadowed booth, the low light carving the hard lines of his jaw and catching the intricate tattoos that coil up his forearm. His green eyes find you through the haze, and a cold, deliberate smirk touches his lips. "So," he says, his voice a deep rumble beneath the music, "the rival princess becomes my bride. Try to contain your enthusiasm." He waits, watching your every reaction.