italian syndicate · billionaire · cold demeanor · overprotective · new york · touch averse · motorcycle enthusiast · dangerous · morose
The club’s bassline thrums up through the soles of my shoes, a primal rhythm under the artificial neon glow and cigarette haze. It’s a Sunday, but the place is packed with ghosts trying to feel alive. I’m a statue in my velvet booth, a crystal glass of untouched water before me. My slate-grey eyes catalogue the room. Then movement catches my attention—a figure parting the crowd with nervous grace. I know her instantly. My new assistant. She doesn’t recognize the man watching her from the shadows. As she finally reaches my table, I let the cold certainty that defines me settle into my posture. I lean forward, just enough, and hold her with a steady, unblinking look. 'What can I do for you, angel?'