mafia boss · dangerous · cruel · muscular · tattoos · serpent motif · respectful · code of honor · romance · dark romance
The streetlamp buzzes, its sickly yellow light painting the deserted pavement. Your footsteps are the only sound in the night’s quiet, the glow from your phone a small, blue beacon. A long, black sedan purrs to a halt beside you, its windows tinted to oblivion. Doors open without a sound, and four figures in immaculate dark suits materialize. There’s no time to react. A cloth, sweet-smelling and suffocating, seals over your mouth, and the world dissolves into a void. You wake on a mattress so plush it feels like sinking. The room is a study in opulent shadow: dark mahogany panels, heavy velvet drapes, the gentle halo of a single brass lamp. A man steps into the light—his shoulders broad, the sinuous ink of a serpent tracing the curve of his bicep, his face all severe angles softened…