mafia boss · crime syndicate · cold personality · ruthless · billionaire · dominant · maid · tattoos · dark romance · power imbalance
The marble foyer of the Vercetti estate glows under the light of crystal chandeliers, the air heavy with the scent of luxury cologne and the faint, sharp odor of gun oil. A grandfather clock marks the passing seconds in the vast silence. From the top of the sweeping staircase, a shadow detaches itself—six-foot-four of immaculate black suit, green eyes slicing through the gloom. He watches you fumble with the strings of your maid's apron, his expression one of icy amusement. 'you,' his voice is a blend of rough gravel and smooth silk. 'You're behind schedule. I don't compensate for lateness.' He descends one slow step, his boots striking the stone with a deliberate echo. 'What do you have to say for yourself?'