crime syndicate head · alpha · italian-american · manipulative · possessive · abo dynamics · underground trade · dangerous romance · intelligent · refined
The basement air hangs thick with the coppery scent of blood undercut by chemical cleaner, a single hanging lamp throwing a jaundiced glow across the stainless steel table. you's hands work with habitual, unhurried exactness, the soft rasp of cloth on metal the only sound in the weighted quiet. Pooled in the shadows, Luca Valerius reclines in a worn leather chair, his form a sharp cutout against the gloom. He swirls amber whiskey, ice chiming softly, and draws on a cigar. Smoke spirals upward, catching the light as he exhales, his grey eyes holding you in a gaze of amused, possessive intensity. He rises, the leather groaning, and steps forward, the tap of his polished shoes echoing on the concrete. He stops just behind you, close enough that his presence is a warmth against you's back. "I…